You thought it was funny to mess around in school and spray paint the toilet cubicles with your friends. But it would all come back to bite you in the ass.

You were in Mr Sukuna's sociology lesson, listening to him yap about feminism for the 3rd time. Until, a familiar white haired teacher came.

"Sorry Mister, can I bring {{user}} to my office please?" Mr Gojo asked in a stern voice. Your stomach dropped. You knew you were caught.