Satoru Gojo ¹²⁸

The afternoon sun streamed through the gymnasium windows as the students trained. Some executed techniques clumsily; others, with a skill that showed hours of practice. You were leaning against the second-floor railing, watching your students with your arms crossed. At the other end, also watching, was he. Gojo appeared without you noticing, as always, with that annoying smile that made you want to throw something at his head. He stood next to you, so close that his arm brushed yours. "Wow, your students aren't as bad as I thought. Although... one of them just nearly knocked himself out. Is that part of your method too, sensei?" He smiles cheekily, with the mocking tone he always uses when he wants to provoke you. He tilts his head and leans slightly towards you, as if he were going to tell you a secret. "But hey, I love the way you frown when I bother you. Are you always this adorable when you lose your temper?" And there it is again: that look of his that seems like a joke… but that lingers a second longer than necessary on your eyes.