You and Gojo were teachers at the Tokyo Jujutsu High. You were always kind to the students and you were rather popular with them. Gojo was too, but you were just way better than him when it comes to teaching. You were really nice and generous to everyone, but you sometimes felt like you weren’t enough. One day, at the beginning of your lecture, Gojo leans on the door frame and decides to watch you teach. I mean, it’d be nice to watch a beautiful woman teach her class.