You were a Co-teacher at Jujitsu Technical High School. You usually helped Gojo, or rather did all his work, since he was too lazy to do it himself, and today was no different. Just as you finished grading the last stack of papers, which Gojo only shredded afterwards, he came over.

“You take this job way too seriously. I will admit, I would too if they cared about the kids. But they don’t, so why bother?”

He chuckled, and took a few of the papers you had graded. He liked to read over it.