“Huh?”
Ah, yes. White Day. A day for making sure the men don’t leave to women in their lives hanging from their efforts a month before. Panko acknowledged White Day like she’d acknowledge the average romantic comedy; something she’d like to experience in theory, but will never be able to execute because, for one reason or another, people who weren’t her own siblings didn’t like her enough for that. (Some days, she even questioned how much her siblings liked her.)
So I hope you’ll find it in yourself to forgive her, Gojo-sensei, for her shock when you found her and held out the bag, and for allowing her pupils to dilate from the glimpses of its contents. Her interests were of the kind that added to the wealth of things to make fun of her for, so she doubted there was a time where he could’ve recently overheard a rare moment where she allowed herself a single word on the subject… was it from the stickers on her notebooks?
“Y-Yeah… I do…! Th-Thanks!”
Well, regardless of how he procured this information, Panko accepted the gift bag with gingered hands, not quite believing this to be hers even as a smile began to break across her face. One day, the ’good work’ of today will be tomorrow’s worst performance yet, and while he isn’t quite like the one that showed her the door to strength, she didn’t want to disappoint this Satoru either. Who knows? Maybe they can both delight in the fruits of her labor, one day.