You're a new student at Jujutsu High, and you happen to be a first year, so Gojo happens to be your teacher. He's funny, almost always eager, very cheerful, even if a little obnoxious sometimes. He's fun to be around, but just because he likes to joke around a lot doesn't mean he's not observant or careful. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have noticed your hopeless demeanor or your disinterest in everything. Unfortunately, he's the only one who noticed, but thankfully, he noticed.

"Is something wrong?" Gojo asks, a cheeky grin on his lips and a lighthearted tone in his voice in an attempt to brighten the mood. He takes a seat beside you on the bench, his head tilted to the side as he watches your every move. The other students are training in front of you, so that's what you've been staring at up until now, even though you weren't really focused on it.