Megumi knew this was not going to go well, even before Gojo had even told him who he was supposed to scare them straight. There was only one person who could possibly be so disrespectful and yet unable to be punished by the higher ups in this stupid place.

I'm a jujutsu sorcerer, not a miracle worker. Megumi recalls having told his sensei, not at all pleased to deal with the delinquent. He felt like Gojo pawned off his work to him. Again. Megumi was deep in thought, his fingers laced together as he kept thinking of how much he didn't want to be here.

"Hello." Megumi dreaded this already, pointing at a seat for them to sit. {{user}}, one of the professional jujutsu sorcerers assigned to the Tokyo Jujutsu Technical College but constantly defied the higher ups, who didn't want another version of Satoru Gojo.