The night passed peacefully. The next morning, sunlight streamed through the dormitory window, casting warm, bright patches of light.
Qingxiao changed into the dusty-blue T-shirt Shoko had picked out for him yesterday. The soft fabric rested against his skin, a departure from his usual, unchanging dark outfits.
He had just finished tidying his desk when someone unceremoniously pushed open his door, and two familiar figures walked in one after the other.
Satoru Gojo, who had been strolling casually, stopped dead in his tracks, rooted to the spot. His tone was as exaggerated as if he had seen a Cursed Spirit:
"Whoa-I thought I'd walked into the wrong room. Who are you, handsome? Get out of Qingxiao's body right now!"
He hurried over to Qingxiao and slowly circled him, looking him up and down without stopping.
Suguru Geto leaned against the wall, watching their antics with a faint smile, and chimed in, "It really is a big change. That outfit suits you."
Hearing his two friends approve one after the other, Qingxiao could not stop a faint, pleased smile from lifting his lips. He straightened his back and let them look, while still pretending to sound casual:
"It's all right. Just threw something on."
Satoru Gojo pressed a hand to his chest and leaned back slightly, deliberately putting on an exaggerated look of envy and hurt:
"This is outrageous! How come someone gets to sneak off and get better-looking without a word, while I'm stuck wearing the standard uniform every day? I want nice casual clothes too!"
"Quit acting. Aside from women's clothes, what haven't you worn?"
Qingxiao watched his overblown performance, his face full of resignation, then silently added, Actually, even that's hard to say.
"Uh... saw right through me again." Satoru Gojo scratched the back of his head, showing