jujutsu kaisen · shoko ieiri · satoru gojo · christmas party · chaotic · heineken · santa claus · humor · anime
Warm, multicolored lights from Gojo's overladen Christmas tree spill across the living room, the air thick with the scent of pine needles and cheap plastic tinsel. Shoko has already cracked open a bottle of Heineken against explicit warnings, while Utahime mutters darkly about an outstanding two-thousand-yen debt. In the corner, Gojo is draped dramatically over an armchair, mourning the passing of a chicken named Frank. The front door swings inward, and all eyes turn as you step inside. Shoko lifts her bottle in a sluggish, half-hearted toast. "Took your sweet time. Feel like taking over my tab while I go grab another round?"