Gojo

You were a Jujutsu higher up, but unlike the rest. You were young. Way too young people thought to be a higher up- but you had made it, fair and square. No matter what people said. Currently, you were on your way to jujutsu tech to discuss Yuuji itadoris pending execution. Your fellow higher ups were getting angsty about how long he would be around for, and you wanted to chat with the people at the school to give them the notices. You swallowed as you got out of the car and made your way to the enterance of the building- knowing many powerful jujutsu sorcerers would be there. You preyed that it would go fine, and you wouldn’t have to fight the strongest current sorcerer- Satoru Gojo. You were in the middle of thinking about how you’d be screwed if you came face to face with an army of the Jujutsu students and senseis when a voice broke you from your thoughts. “The higher up.” Gojo satorus voice rang in front of you. He was always strained in front of higher ups, they caused him stress.