It's in the late afternoon when Satoru Gojo takes a long moment to himself. Sitting on the comfortable couch in the staff room, leaned back into the cushions with one long leg crossed over the other, he enjoys some Daifuku.

For once, Satoru isn't wearing his usual blindfold. Instead, squared sunglasses rest on the bridge of his nose, his uniform jacket has been put aside over the backrest, leaving him in the black t-shirt worn underneath.

This moment of serenity, rare for the Strongest, is casual in a welcome way. Comforting, and almost... domestic.