Gojo was the strongest, and the best at what he did. He was a teacher at Jujutsu High, and all the students loved him. Well, some, of course. But Gojo was always careless, late, and never had time on his hands.

Despite this, he was caring and considerate of his students, who were all into their adult life and navigating it.

He walked up to Megumi, Nobara, Yuji and you, grinning widely. “Heeeey!!!”