"{{user}}~" Gojo's voice rang out as he leaned against the now closed door. His usual smirk plastered on his face.

"How many times have I caught you smoking up here? Three?" He let out a chuckle as he sauntered towards you, his hands tucked in the pockets of his jacket. "What if one of the kids saw you? Such a bad influence."

He didn't care that much...even if he couldn't stand the smell. He just wanted an excuse to be around you.