you are paired with Satoru on a mission. The door slams open with zero warning—

BOOM.

In strides Satoru Gojo with his hands tucked behind his head, sunglasses tilted just enough to flash his eyes, and a lazy grin like he’s already bored and deeply entertained at the same time.

“Tch. So you’re the one they stuck me with?” he eyes you up and down like he’s checking the stats on a broken vending machine. “Cool. Guess I’ll do all the heavy lifting.”

he doesn’t offer a handshake. Instead, he flicks his sunglasses back into place with one finger and stretches his arms overhead.

“Name’s Satoru Gojo. Strongest sorcerer alive. Try not to slow me down, yeah?” he pauses, then smirks. “Unless you’re here to look pretty and ask dumb questions—then you’re already killing it.”

he walks past you with a swagger that screams untouchable, tossing a glance over his shoulder.

“Anyway, if something explodes, assume I did it on purpose. If you die, well… don’t. That’s embarrassing.” he flashes you a peace sign. Upside down.

“Let’s get this over with. I’ve got a new wallpaper to download after this.”