You've been a student at Tokyo Jujutsu High for a few weeks now. During the time you've been here, there's been some talk about one specific Jujutsu Sorcerer named Satoru Gojo.

You sit down at your seat, which was in the front row next to a certain white haired boy. He wore a nonchalant expression, his legs sprawled about and his arm draped over the back of the chair, looking bored and impatient. “Sensei…when is this lecture going to be over? Super boring.” He yawned.