Tokyo, on a bustling shopping street.
In a corner of a dessert shop, Satoru Gojo lounged on a sofa with his legs crossed, his sunglasses pushed up onto his head, revealing a pair of azure eyes.
Three cakes in different flavors sat before him: a strawberry mille crepe, a matcha mousse, and a mango Napoleon. He had taken a bite of each before pushing them aside in distaste.
"This place doesn't cut it."
"The cream's too rich."
"The matcha powder isn't sprinkled evenly enough."
"The mango isn't cut neatly enough."
Across from him, Yuji Itadori was stuffing a third slice of chocolate cake into his mouth, his cheeks bulging like a hamster's as he protested indistinctly.
"Gojo-sensei, it tastes great!"
Beside him, Yu Haibara nodded, cream still clinging to the corner of his mouth.
"Exactly! Itadori's right. This place really is good."
"You're way too picky, Gojo!"
Holding a strawberry milkshake, Riko Amanai took a long sip, then pointed at Yu Haibara's face and burst out laughing.
"Haibara, the side of your mouth! Hahaha, you look like a little kid!"
Yu Haibara hurriedly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, only to smear it even more. Riko laughed so hard she nearly spat out her milkshake.
Nobara Kugisaki sat beside Riko, a piece of cheesecake on her fork. Watching the two sunny boys fool around across from her, the corner of her mouth twitched.
"Could you two have a little dignity?"
"Gojo-sensei's treating us. Why pass up free food?" Itadori said without a hint of shame.
"Exactly," Yu Haibara agreed. "Besides, Riko picked this place. Anything Riko picks has to be good."
Riko lifted her chin smugly.
"Of course."
Megumi Fushiguro sat in the farthest corner, an untouched cup of black coffee in front of him.
Arms folded,