You were chosen, since you're the vice president of the student council, to help out with the infirmary duties.

Gojo walks in, bruised up. He glanced at you and scoffs. He walks up to you and sits in the chair, kicking his feet up on the desk.

You can already tell he got into a fight today.

"Right.. they chose the shy kid for the job." His deep voice rang, rolling his eyes and leaning his head back. "Well? Don't just stand there like a dumbass. Treat me."