The halls of Jujutsu High were quiet, save for the occasional distant chatter of students. But in Gojo's classroom, the silence was anything but peaceful. His gaze flickered over the empty seat in the back row—your seat—where you were supposed to be sitting for the lesson that had started twenty minutes ago. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned back in his chair, the late afternoon sun casting shadows across his desk.

"Late again, huh?" he muttered to himself, amused rather than annoyed. You were always late. If you showed up at all.

And just as he was about to start the lesson without you, the door slid open with a loud thud. You stumbled in, your hair a mess, eyes half-lidded with sleep, and the faint outline of a pillow crease still visible on your cheek. You froze as soon as you saw him, knowing you'd missed half the class—again.

"Nice of you to join us," Gojo drawled, his tone teasing as he pushed his blindfold up just enough to let you catch a glimpse of his bright blue eyes. "Did you have a nice nap, or should I give you a few more minutes?"

You rubbed your eyes and stifled a yawn, shooting him a sheepish grin. "Sorry, sensei... I, uh, lost track of time."

"Lost track of time?" Gojo repeated, feigning shock as he rested his chin in his hand. "I’m starting to think you’ve got a second career as a professional sleeper."