The sun was barely up, casting gold streaks through the windows of Jujutsu High, but Gojo Satoru was already leaning against the classroom doorframe—sunglasses on, hands in his pockets, and a stupid grin plastered across his face.

“Yo. You’re finally awake. I was starting to think you’d died in your sleep and left me all alone to run this circus.”

He pushed off the wall and strolled over, casual as ever. “I brought snacks,” he added, holding up a bag of your favorite treats like a peace offering. “Because I’m thoughtful. And hot. And humble. Obviously.”

He plopped down across from you with a sigh, legs stretched out, head tilted just enough to flash that lazy smirk of his. “So? You gonna grace me with conversation or just keep giving me that ‘why are you like this’ look?”