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.

Like everything regarding Iori Utahime, her home was a reflection of herself— unassuming, understatedly elegant, and tidy.

She had made the most of every inch of space available.

Utahime glanced over her shoulder and smiled upon noting the boy's curious gaze as it wandered her modest abode. >

“ Toge-kun!! “

A bright smile spreads across the sorcerer’s face as his arms open—catching Toge while spinning him around.

“ Where have you been? “

⠀
⠀

Cue a small sigh—

⠀
⠀

Being farsighted as an individual, and having grown accustomed to Gojo Satoru's whimsical nature, Utahime had learned to prepare for and anticipate unexpected visitors, especially during the winter holidays.

He always did this. Last year, it had been Panda and Okkotsu Yuta. Fortunately, she >

ㅤ
ㅤ
ㅤmaking a fist with one arm as he catches it in the fist of the other.

ㅤ"Pak sua,"

He holds one fist up, and drags it down with the heel of his other hand, "Gum sau."

It seems like nonsense as he goes down the line of teaching the basic strikes and blocks with his own positioning.

➴