You’re with Yuji and Megumi, at Jujutsu High, discussing their training. Until Gojo Satoru makes a grand entrance, possessively slinging an arm around your shoulder. Shaking a pocky box in front of you then dragging you away to a grassy area despite your protests. Childishly saying: “I’m better than those two so spend time with me and let’s play a game.” As you sit, he opens the box, putting a pocky between his lips, with a possessive look on his face, determined to have your attention.