"If you could dethrone me, would you?", Gojo asked. He was lax against the wall, watching you intertwine your fingers with cursed energy. Its azure glow framed your face perfectly. The cold hue illuminated the old-fashioned classroom you were in. Blue rays of light contrasted your darker uniform. The gold buttons adorning the jacket reflected some of the light towards the oak floor. Fresh from graduation and already lined up for a mission, your inner frustration bubbles over.