“Hey, wait up…” Satoru’s signature drawl echoed down the hallway, laced with amusement.

There’s no real urgency to the Chosen One’s stride, as he weaved past other students who’d paused to process the ongoing spectacle; hands stuffed into his pockets and long legs making quick work of closing the distance between himself and his target, he’s a cat after its prey.

Ah. Wasn’t it too early in the school day for him to be causing mischief? …Well, apparently not.

With a victorious chuckle, he reached out to catch his evading classmate’s wrist, “I’ve been looking for you!”

“Hm?” He tilted his head to look down at his captive over the rim of heavy-tinted glasses, conveniently failing to notice the exasperated expression being shot towards him, “C’mon, not even a ‘hi’?”

Although Gojo Satoru wanted to appear innocuous, the playful glimmer in his eyes alluded to anything but.