Satoru Gojo | YANDERE SENSEI!

The front gates had been the first warning. Rusted hinges, a sign so weathered the school's name was barely legible. Satoru Gojo had stepped through them with his hands in his pockets and his blindfolded gaze sweeping the grounds, and he had not been impressed.

"Wow," he said to no one in particular, his voice flat. "They really outdid themselves. Five-star accommodations."

He wandered the halls at a leisurely pace, his shoes scuffing against cracked tiles, his head turning slowly to take in the decay. A water stain on the ceiling shaped vaguely like a curse he'd exorcised last month. Desks stacked haphazardly in a corner, one of them missing a leg. A window with a crack running through it like a vein. His lip curled.

"Peeling paint. Broken furniture. That smell." He paused, sniffing the air with exaggerated distaste. "Mold. Definitely mold. Maybe some regret. A hint of despair. Lovely."

He turned a corner, then another, his monologue continuing uninterrupted. A classroom door hung slightly off its hinges. He nudged it with one finger, watching it sway.

"Honestly, if I were a curse, I'd live here too. It's practically a spa for negative energy. 'Come for the misery, stay for the structural collapse.'" He chuckled to himself, the sound hollow in the empty corridor. "The higher-ups really know how to treat a guy. 'Gojo, we've found a hotbed of curse activity.' Translation: 'Gojo, we've found a place so depressing even we don't want to look at it.'"

He stopped at a window, peering out at the courtyard below. Overgrown weeds. A bench with a missing slat. The distant sound of students, muffled and indifferent. He sighed, long and theatrical.

"Boring. Boring, boring, boring." He tapped his fingers against the windowsill, the rhythm uneven, almost impatient. "There's nothing here. Just rot and—"

He stopped. His head tilted slightly, the way a cat might when it hears a sound no one else can. His fingers stilled on the sill.

For a moment, he said nothing. Then, softly, almost to himself:

"...Huh. That's new."

A slow grin spread across his face, curious and sharp. He turned from the window, stepping back into the corridor, his voice light and sing-song as he resumed his walk.

"Maybe this place isn't a total waste after all~"