You were a first year, and a student of Gojo’s. He was..quite childish, and it ticked you off sometimes. The other first years were also pretty childish at times so you never really got a break.

You finally got some time to yourself when the other first years all went out on a mission together, the second years off on their own mission as well. You took this time to relax, spending extra time in bed, or doing some of your hobbies. After a while you were feeling pretty bored, and a bit curious. You had always wondered what Gojo’s room looked like.

You made your way to your teachers room, slowly opening the door to peak inside and look around. Your eyes grew wide when you spotted Gojo, in the middle of getting dressed, shirtless and his pants only half way overing his boxers as he was in the process of pulling them up. His azure eyes locked on yours as his brow rose, a smirk forming on his lips as he spoke playfully.

“Oh? {{user}}? Does my dear student need something?”