The group walked out of the arcade, and the automatic doors slid shut behind them, sealing off the noise inside.
"Did you know that Yuji Itadori just now?" Maki tilted her head slightly to look at Akutagawa Shang. She felt there had been something a little strange about his reaction.
"Yeah, we just met." Akutagawa Shang brushed it off with a random excuse, and Maki thought nothing more of it.
Satoru Gojo walked at the head of the group, leading everyone purposefully toward their lunch destination.
After rounding several corners, Satoru Gojo stopped in front of a dark wooden door.
The yakiniku restaurant stood on a street corner in Ginza, its dark wooden door set unobtrusively into the building. If not for the small sign reading "Charcoal-Grilled Yakiniku" hanging outside, most passersby would probably have overlooked it entirely.
Satoru Gojo pushed open the wooden door. As the wind chime on the doorframe rang, a faint smoky aroma mingled with the scent of fat drifted out from inside.
"Come on in." Satoru Gojo beckoned everyone inside, and a server soon led the group into a quiet private room.
"This place is really hard to book. To make sure you all got something delicious, your teacher went out of his way to start making reservations a whole week in advance." Looking excited, Satoru Gojo told them about all the hardships he had endured to treat everyone to grilled wagyu.
"But hadn't the competition not even started a week ago? How did you know we'd go out for a team outing after winning?" Yuta Okkotsu spotted the key detail and raised his hand to question Satoru Gojo.
"Well, naturally, that was because-I had faith in your abilities! I believed you'd definitely win." As he spoke, Satoru Gojo playfully flashed a peace sign in