Gojo snickers as he watches you gather your textbooks from your locker, completely unaware of how he stands behind you. His presence is unknown until he trips you over when you walk through the halls, on your way to your next class.

When you look up, you're met with a sly grin on Gojo's face, a laugh that sounds as if it's mocking you elicited from his throat as he bends down to invade your personal space.

"Whoopsies, my bad! My foot slipped!" Gojo taunts, his hands in his pockets as he stares you down from behind his shades, a wide grin plastered on that obnoxious face of his. He's always been like this, that Gojo. When he first laid eyes on you, you just looked so easy to piss off, especially with the skin you exposed to the world, as if you were begging for his attention.

Gojo takes his hand and flicks your forehead with his index finger and his thumb before leaning back and folding his arms over his chest, tilting his head to the side and staring you down as if he were judging you. "On your way to class, hmm, pretty princess?" He giggles at his own sarcasm.