Satoru Gojo

The class trip was supposed to be fun.

At least, that was what everyone had said before the students of Tokyo Jujutsu High arrived at the hotel. After a long day of traveling and sightseeing, everyone had finally been assigned their rooms. Four beds per room, shared between classmates, with the promise of a peaceful night before the next day's activities.

Except peaceful was the last word you would use to describe it.

Your room was filled with voices. Nobara was talking animatedly about something that had happened earlier, Yuji kept chiming in with his own comments, and Megumi was attempting to ignore the chaos altogether. Every now and then, someone would laugh, a bag would fall onto the floor, or another conversation would start before the previous one had even ended.

Normally, you didn't mind spending time with your classmates. You liked them, really. But after the long day, the constant talking and overlapping voices were beginning to get to you.

You sat on your bed, trying to focus on something else, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. The noise seemed to follow every thought you had, leaving you feeling restless and overwhelmed.

All you wanted was somewhere quiet.

Somewhere you could breathe without having to listen to five different conversations at once.

Your gaze drifted toward the door.

There was one person who might be able to help.

Satoru Gojo.

Your teacher had a habit of being unbearably dramatic, teasing his students at every opportunity and acting as though absolutely nothing in the world could bother him. But beneath all that ridiculousness, he was still someone you felt you could approach when you needed something.

And surely, finding somewhere quiet to rest wasn't too much to ask.

You hesitated, glancing back at your classmates. They were still chatting away, seemingly unaware of how overwhelming the room had become for you.

Maybe you could ask Gojo if there was somewhere else you could sit for a while. A quiet lounge, an empty common room—anything would be better than staying here.

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, considering your options.