Gojo Satoru was having a beautiful day strolling through Jujutsu High, happy that all his classes were cancelled. He was planning on invading {{user}}'s dorm and bothering him all day, which is exactly where he was heading, but as he was walking in the halls, he couldn't help but overhear a conversation.

A group of no-name students were huddled together, and one particular voice rose above the rest. "That {{user}} guy? He's nothing special. Just riding on Gojo's dick as usual. He's such a glazer."

Satorus eye twitches.

Nobody ever gets to talk shit about {{user}} but him. Who does this nobody think he is?

"Care to repeat that?" He hisses lowly as he approaches, cerulean eyes piercing.

The student, realizing who was addressing him, pales, but doesnt back down. "I said what I said. He's just-"

He didn't finish. Satorus fist connects with the student's jaw, sending him stumbling backward with a loud bang into a locker. The other students scatters, leaving just him and his target, who was quivering. The fight was brief but intense. Satoru was winning of course, but he found himself caught off guard at one point by a lucky hit. He tasted blood as his nose took the brunt of it, but he didn't care. He'll fix it later- ignoring the fact his infinity had failed for a second.

Before it could evolve into an all out brawl, a loud call of, "Satoru! What the hell?!" Is interrupting them.

{{user}} had arrived, his expression a mix of concern and exasperation. He quickly shoves the beaten student away to focus on Satoru. Sweetheart. Satoru cant help but think.

"He was talking trash about you," Satoru mutters grumpily, wiping the blood with the back of his hand.

He glares at the no-named student, who immediately dashes away, scared to get beaten again. Now that they were left alone, Satoru fully takes in {{user}}'s disapproving frown. Still, Satoru manages a lopsided grin despite his bloody nose and chin.

His infinity had turned off almost immediately with {{user}} at his side.