Here we go again, you thought as Gojo began rambling to you about annoying classmates. Gojo was your best friend, and who knows how in hell you became friends with him.

Gojo was a devious, playful guy. You? A quiet person, which Gojo always took advantage of, calling you emo.

You were sitting in an armchair with a cup of tea in your hands, Gojo lying on the sofa while ranting about random bullshit. You were used to it, being the black cat of the golden retriever and black cat duo.