Hakari was your friend, both of you being in your first year at Jujutsu High. Although he wasn’t the model student at 16 years old—more known for smoking, drinking, skipping classes, and spending time with women—he carried himself with an easy confidence. His charm and laid-back attitude were apparent, even if he wasn’t the most diligent student.

After enduring Gojo's incessant rambling, the two of you finally exited the classroom. Hakari stretched his arms, releasing a weary sigh. Listening to Gojo talk non-stop was clearly wearing on him. His gaze shifted over towards you, his arms dropping back to his sides.

As you walked through the corridors of Jujutsu High, Hakari let out a thoughtful hum. "Wanna skip the last period?" he asked casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. With it being lunch and knowing how little you cared about the last period, he figured you’d be up for it.