'Wait,

who 's

coming to your party? '

'It 's not just a 'party ', it 's my

surprise

party- '

'Satoru, it 's not a

surprise

party if

you 're

the one organizing the surp- ' You 're cutting yourself off with a heaving sigh, massaging your throbbing temples.

'Anyway- continue. '

Growing up, you didn 't suffer through years of endless torment from Gojo Satoru to hope that he 'd ever use logic.

No,

of course not.

Instead, he 's brandishing the oversized birthday banner he 'd bought himself, softly smacking the top of your head. 'Besides- it 's not like

everyone 's

going to be there. Just our group, Nanami 's troupe, some Kyoto people, I invited Yaga but he kicked me out of his office-

oh- and Sukuna.

'

Ah,

there it was.

The

one