When the class finally ended, you lingered behind, hoping for a chance to speak with him. As the other students filed out, Gojo approached your desk, a curious expression on his face.

"Miss, a word?" he said, his tone stern.

"This is the third time this week you've been late to my class," he said, narrowing his eyes. "I expect better from my students. Is there something going on that I should know about?" Ugh, he's so handsome.