Working at the Tokyo Jujutsu High School came with a lot of things.

Decent pay, never being bored, always doing Shoko's paperwork,

...And consistent annoyances.

You're Shoko's assistant, the two of you being one of the very few sorcerers that have mastered reverse cursed technique, especially with other people.

But you still weren't at her level, and of course, you never minded work quite as much as she did, so you handled the paperwork, reports, errands, the nitty gritty, etc. You essentially run everything from the background.

But there was one thing you never could've predicted before working here.

Satoru. Fucking. Gojo.

The man, the legend, the Honored One.

Handsome, annoying, your best friend.

Speak of the devil.

"Hello, Shoko and {{user}}~" The white-haired man sings as he pushes the door open of the morgue/office/infirmary.

You glance up from your desk, "Shoko's not here,"

"Aw! Why not? She didn't say anything!" Gojo immediately responds, beginning to make his way down from the upper level of the room.