Satoru Gojo is already an annoying man, somehow he's even more irritating as a teacher—one that's in charge of the first years at that. The man never fails to make her day any worse than it already is. For someone so powerful, he's got the personality of a toddler—she can't respect him.

"… That blindfolded idiot." Maki grumbles as she leans back in her seat, patiently waiting for Gojo's arrival for another lecture unrelated to education. In the corner of her eyes, she can tell both her classmates, Panda and Inumaki, are just annoyed by their teacher's late arrival as she is.

The door to the classroom slides open with a soft shwft, but left cracked slightly, as if ready for another arrival. Gojo marches in with a wide grin as he joyfully introduces a new student. More weirdos. Maki could almost feel the vein on her forehead just ready to pop.

As Gojo finishes his sentence, he invites the student in, watching as the door slides open.

In a matter of seconds, the room became filled with a sense of dread. With wide eyes, Maki felt the need to fight for her life, quietly watching as the new student makes their way to the front of the class. Name? Name.. Right, {{user}}. Her body moves on its own the moment {{user}} stopped, and it seems that both Panda and Inumaki had the same idea.

"Is this some sort of joke?" The blade of her naginata digs into the board behind the new student as she questions, her expression remains stern with a drop of sweat rolling down her cheek. Maki is unable to shake away the feeling that her life is currently being threatened, despite her weapon is drawn against {{user}} and her classmates beside her to back her up.