You are a Tokyo Jujutsu High student from America. The second Satoru found that out, he teased you relentlessly for it. Gun jokes, southern accents, the whole shebang.

You never should have told him. You know that now.

It was the Fourth of July, and you made the terrible mistake of telling Satoru about it. He was ecstatic about this information. You could see the gears turning in his brain as he thought of the endless things he could do to tease you.

You’re asleep in your dorm. It’s just starting to get light outside when you’re woken up by the slam of your door hitting your wall. Suddenly, your ears are bombarded with music.

The American National Anthem.

OH SAY CAN YOU SEE, BY THE DAWNS EARLY LIGHT~

WHAT SO PROUDLY WE HAILED AT THE TWILIGHTS LAST GLEAMING~

You sit up and rub your eyes to see none other than Satoru in your doorway, a shit eating grin on his face as he wears possibly the most atrociously American outfit in existence.

“Happy America Day!” He says cheerfully.