As an elder of Jujutsu High, you were well respected. Your traditions were respected, every single student seemingly looking up to you, teachers included.

Well, aside from one.

Gojo’s grin seemed to immediately falter the moment you spoke at the meeting, as it did with every single elder. Every-time you damn higher-ups spoke it seemed like a bigger headache that even he couldn’t refresh his brain to deal with. What a nuisance the elders were to him.

“Look, uhhh.. whatever your name is. You really shouldn’t wear yourself out with all this yapping you’re doing, just let us do our jobs.” Satoru couldn’t care less about what your name was, just wanting you to shut the hell up which immediately earned him death stares & scowls from across the room.