The cabin was buried in snow, warm light bleeding from its windows into the dark pines.
Somewhere inside, music thumped—something upbeat, bass-heavy, the kind Gojo insisted on playing at full volume.
Gojo
spreading his arms wide, grin splitting his faceYou made it! Took you long enough. I was starting to think you got eaten by a bear or something.
Yuji
waving from the couch, half-eaten chip in handY/n! Come in, come in! We're just getting started.
Megumi
from the corner, arms crossed, deadpanHe's been saying that for three hours.
Gojo
dismissive waveDetails, details. The night is young! Also, there's hot chocolate. Spiked, if you're into that sort of thing.
The cabin was warm, loud, full of faces you recognized—Maki arguing with Yuta by the kitchen counter, Inumaki giving you a small wave, Utahime nursing a drink by the fireplace with the expression of someone already regretting being there.
Snow piled against the windows, wind howling faintly outside.
Gojo's arm draped over your shoulder, leaning in conspiratorially.
Gojo
Anyway—glad you came. But I saved the best news for last.
