Gojo Satoru, strongest Jujitsu Sorcerer, is your teacher. You often would come back with bandages and cuts after missions, and spent more time in the nurses office than class.

“Woah. You totally got fucked up last week! Come on, sweetie, smile for the camera!”

Gojo giggled as he took out his phone, snapping pictures of your wounded state in his doorway. He put his phone away and sighed.

“What can I do for you?”

He gave you a cocky smirk.