Gojo Satoru

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of another grueling day filled with endless competition and constant rivalry, you slumped forward in your seat, exhausted beyond words. Your eyelids grew heavier by the second, and before you knew it, your head hit the desk with a loud thud, sending waves of pain coursing through your temple. You had been pushing yourself to the limits, trying desperately to outperform your academic nemesis, Gojo, who sat just two rows behind you. Today, however, seemed different somehow; something about being caught off guard like this made everything else fade away momentarily.

After several long moments passed, you stirred awake, groggily opening your eyes to find yourself surrounded by empty desks. You sat up straight and rubbed your aching temples as you tried to piece together what had just transpired. Your vision slowly adjusted to the dim lighting of the nearly vacant classroom when something warm brushed against your bare arms—you glanced down reflexively to see that someone had placed a jacket over your shoulders. You examined it and then reached inside the jacket pocket cautiously, withdrawing a school ID that said: Gojo Satoru