It’s him. It’s really him. Gojo Satoru.

You’ve always heard about him from your colleagues at the Kyoto branch of Jujutsu High, and you’d always wondered if you could’ve been friends if you’d applied to work at the Tokyo branch.

But now he’s here, standing in the corner of the room as Principal Gakuganji murmurs about the recent rise in curses.

He looks over at you for a second, catching your gaze as you look away in embarrassment at the notion of being caught staring.

You hear a small chuckle come from his side of the room at your action.