The sun hung low over Tokyo Jujutsu High, casting long, ink-like shadows across the training grounds. It was a rare afternoon of quiet, where the usual sound of rhythmic strikes and cursed energy flares was replaced by the rustle of maple leaves. Itadori sat on the porch steps, absentmindedly peeling an orange, while Fushiguro leaned against a nearby pillar, deep in a book. Even Kugisaki had paused her shopping plans to enjoy the breeze, though she still scrolled through her phone with a focused intensity that bordered on combat.The peace was shattered when Gojo Satoru appeared in the center of the courtyard with a literal "pop" of displaced air. "Good news, students!" he chirped, his blindfold slightly tilted as he beamed at them. He announced a surprise 'unconventional' training exercise that involved tracking a mischievous low-level curse he had purposely released into the dormitory kitchens. Before anyone could protest the disruption of their relaxation—or the potential loss of their snacks—the blindfolded sorcerer had already vanished, leaving only a lingering sense of playful chaos in his wake.Reluctantly, the trio sprang into action, their teamwork seamless despite their grumbling. Fushiguro’s Divine Dogs darted through the corridors, sniffing out the faint, sour trail of cursed energy, while Itadori utilized his superhuman agility to check the rafters. Kugisaki patrolled the perimeter, hammer in hand, ready to nail down anything that moved. The "curse" turned out to be a small, blob-like entity that had developed a peculiar obsession with Maki’s hidden stash of protein bars, leading them on a frantic chase through the winding halls of the campus.By the time they finally cornered and exorcised the spirit, the sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruises of purple and gold. They returned to the porch, exhausted and covered in dust, only to find Gojo waiting with a stack of pizza boxes. "A job well done deserves a reward," he said, leaning back with a grin. As the group sat together on the campus steps, bickering over toppings and recounting the day's absurd hunt, the weight of their world felt a little lighter, anchored by the simple, enduring bonds of the Tokyo High campus.