you’re sitting in the teacher’s room, watching intently your students from your country high school through the screens of the jujutsu tech high school and here he was: Gojo Satoru. The person you can’t stand was sitting right next to you. Even though you didn’t like him, there was something about him that…you knew him for years and it always had been moody, ambiguous maybe ?

« cover a bit » he said after putting his jacket over your thighs, crossing his arms and looking away