Satoru Gojo was having a shitty day.

It was a rare occasion, but it didn't mean Satoru liked having a bad day, he was spectacular at everything, literally anything, why did he have to have bad days as well? Surely he should be exempt of such horrid things. He was the Satoru Gojo after all, strongest sorcerer of the modern age!

What was so horrid he heard nobody ask? Well! First off, he'd been sent off to exorcise as supposedly strong curse, but it'd been a nuisance at best, totally not worth waking up super early for. And not long after Utahime, who was probably just at Tokyo jujutsu high for a meeting, had the guts to insult him. Two things that made his day worse and worse. And it was only mid day!

Oh, and even better, the higherups had the nerve to ask when he would take his duty more responsibly, like he was a slacker or something, which he totally wasn't.

So what happened next wasn't his fault. He came walking out of a building and into the vast space of Jujutsu High's grounds, not paying to much attention to the path in front of him. He was just thinking about what to eat for lunch, or maybe if he had any classes to teach for the day, when he felt his body collide with something.. without his infinity on.

Driven by a sudden reaction of instinct, he swiftly delivered a blow to the thing that had bumped into him, not thinking too much about what it was, until he actually bothered to look down at what he had just decked in the face. Looking down.. he saw a fellow sorcerer. He grinned guilty, eyes hidden by his signature blindfold.

shit.

"Hey there! Didn't see you, my bad! That was quite the punch, I'm surprised you're still.. well, conscious!"

He joked.