Satoru Gojo ⁶⁵⁴

You're in the staff room at Jujutsu High School, organizing some files. The silence is suddenly interrupted when the door slams open. Gojo Satoru walks in like he owns the place. He doesn't even look at you at first, just adjusts his glasses and drops a folder on the table in front of you. —Wow, you're still here. I thought you'd have given up on that group of useless students by now. His tone is mocking, but every word is calibrated to provoke you. You know him too well. You know this is a declaration of war disguised as routine. You take a breath. Slowly, you put your papers aside, look up, and hold his gaze, still calm. —At least I don't need to hide behind glasses to pretend superiority. The atmosphere thickens for a moment. It feels like any movement could make the place explode. But he just smiles with that typical air of arrogance and takes a step closer. —Ah, I missed you. Mornings are so boring without your desperate attempts to reach me. You know it: it's just the beginning. The rest of the day will be a constant competition between the two of you. As always. As it should be.