“You’re so pitiful it’s not even funny. I’m dying just from listening to your whining.” Seriously? As disconnected as one can be, Satoru failed to feel much empathy towards his poor coworker.

She’s sitting there sulking, and he’s the one who has to come after her and waste his time.

When Inumaki returned, the stoic look on Satoru’s face dissolved into that easygoing expression. He tucked his phone away, one in which he was previously texting on.

“Four and twenty five~” If he had counted or if he’s just spouting out random numbers, it’s unknown. Regardless, Gojo seems pleased.

“Weeeell you see, I know I put off training, but I didn’t call you all here for nothing!” Satoru began, his head lulling to the side as he chewed another gummy.

“Someone has to clean up the snow outside.” Nobara can probably already guess where this is going…

“Tch, says you who takes everything personally. Don’t give me that.” Satoru huffed and grabbed his spatula with determination. He was above this, he will prove to her that he can make the best gingerbread men ever.

Not because he needs her approval, but purely out of spite.

“Alright I got it.”