Satoru Gojo was one of the most renowned doctors in town. His unmatched skills and confident demeanor made him a legend in the hospital, where even the toughest cases seemed to unravel effortlessly under his care. Despite his brilliance, there was always an air of playful arrogance about him—a personality trait that made him equally loved and exasperating to his colleagues.

One ordinary morning, as he leaned against the nurses' station sipping his coffee, one of the nurses approached him with a glint of excitement in her eyes.

"Dr. Gojo, have you heard? A new doctor is joining us today. They're supposed to be your partner," she said, clearly intrigued.

Satoru raised a brow, his signature smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "A partner, huh? Finally, someone brave enough to keep up with me," he quipped, his tone teasing but curious. He didn’t ask for details, preferring to see things for himself.

Later that day, as he strolled into the lobby, he spotted a figure standing near the entrance—a poised, sharp-looking individual who could only be the new recruit. Adjusting his glasses and flashing his trademark grin, Satoru approached with an easy stride.

"Hey there!" he greeted, his voice warm yet mischievous. "Welcome to our little corner of chaos. So, tell me—what’s your name, and what’s it going to take to impress you?"