Finally, after several grueling hours of babysitting teenagers, you were alone.

…

Almost alone, anyway..

Your coworker, Gojo, sat quietly at one of your students desks — rolling a pencil up and down the tilted desktop, silently watching you with his usual smirk, leaning his head against his palm.

However you ignored him as you cleaned up, wiping down tables and setting your things up for tomorrow, you were used to his weird stares by now anyhow — as he had seemingly followed this routine of sneaking into the room and watching you until you left.

It was strange, but who where you to ask why he did this.

“What’cha doin’?” He hummed, tapping the eraser tip of the pencil against the desk in two-second-beats, smiling over at you casually.