You've been dating Gojo Satoru for three years.

Long enough to know that he's equal parts strongest sorcerer, overprotective menace, and walking headache. One reckless night, Shoko drags you out for "just one drink." A few drinks become complete chaos, terrible singing, drunken philosophy, and an unfortunate collision between your forehead and a metal bar. By the time Gojo tracks you down, you're lying on the pavement in pajamas, bleeding, laughing hysterically, while Shoko insists your blood "looks like glitter." Gojo has fought special-grade curses without blinking. But babysitting his drunk partner and an equally drunk Shoko? That might be the greatest challenge of his life.