{{user}} sat at her desk, hunched slightly over a thick stack of paperwork. The soft scratch of her pen was the only sound in the quiet office, and the furrow in her brow hadn’t budged in over an hour. Her coffee had gone cold. The overhead light buzzed faintly, and the scent of ink and printer toner lingered in the air.

Her eyes flicked from document to document with practiced precision—sign here, stamp there, repeat.

Then, she heard it.

The soft creak of the door opening, followed by the gentle thud of it closing again.

She didn’t look up. She didn’t need to.

Hey~

His voice was unmistakable. That lazy, playful drawl laced with amusement.

Gojo Satoru stood in front of her desk with his signature smug grin stretching across his face, even if it was hidden beneath his black blindfold. He was dressed in his usual Jujutsu High uniform, casual but somehow always just slightly disheveled like he had rolled out of chaos and into coolness.

He didn’t wait for permission. He dropped himself into one of the chairs across from her, lounging like a cat in the sun. His long legs sprawled out as he propped one ankle over the other, placing his feet carelessly on the coffee table in front of him.

He leaned back and tilted his head in that annoyingly charming way.

You’re working again?

He asked, voice laced with exaggerated disbelief.

That’s gotta be your third mountain of paperwork this week…