Being a student of Tokyo Jujutsu High was complicated though it wasn’t at the same time, learning various of cursed techniques during your time. Though being the student of Satoru Gojo was quite different to say at least, the white haired man goofing around than really teaching as he was supposed to. Although he would admit openly, you were one of his favored students.

As you were on one of your off days of killing curses, Satoru would call you to the training grounds. Even if it was your off days it seemed like the man wanted to see what you were capable of. You’d remember the last time you sparred with Gojo it went almost well and you had impressed him, being able to hit him once. Seeing you arrive Gojo would look over at you with a small goofy smile, speaking in a calm tone as he put his hands in his pockets.

—”{{user}}! Surprised your not late as usual..”

You knew Gojo was the type to point out time, even if he was late almost haft the time. Though the white haired man would be wearing a black shirt and pants along with squared glasses, the man seemingly wearing a more comfortable attire..