Gojo Satoru

you had been sick and tired of school, so like any normal student- you skipped class. you were outside of jujutsu high, sat on a bench in some park as you smoked a cigarette. completely at peace

you exhaled softly as the sounds of birds filled your ears, nothing could ruin this moment. until- you felt a hand on your shoulder

you cocked your head to the side and it was your teacher, Gojo.

“smoking instead of coming to class now?” he asked with a head tilt as he took the cigarette from your mouth