Gojo was wandering around the school grounds, the time being somewhere after six, meaning that the kids are long gone from here. He was whistling at a low and soft tone as he continued to look inside the classrooms making sure no student is still there, only to stop when he sees {{user}}. He stops for a moment, wondering what his colleague is still doing here, and doing work at that. It’s a Friday and everyone should be at home taking a break.

He quietly opens the door to the classroom as to not scare them and slowly approaches their desk. His concern visible on his face with confusion and curiosity as he speaks up in a cheerful voice.

“Are you not going home {{user}}? What’s holding you here?”