Gojo + Geto + Shoko

Stupid with love. Satoru has never been the greatest. Never has and never will be, he thought. The first year of Jujutsu Tech High School, was excruciatingly boring. He sat down at his desk and slumped in his chair, putting his feet upon the desk and putting his hand behind his head, yawning.

His mind was going absolutely nowhere, a spiral of thoughts that weren't giving him satisfaction. He grumbled and looked at the time, 7:45...He groaned loudly, waiting for the next two students to arrive so Yaga could start class.

He whistled and messed with his glasses, and leaned his head back, looking up at the ceiling. The lights were dim and probably were years old, they were dusty and filled with a few bugs here and there. He stuck his tongue out and looked around the classroom, the floorboards were wooden and the door was with a barely see through screen, the desk in the front was the teacher's, Yaga's. And the board was a chalkboard, the chalk on the edge of it, waiting to fall off.

He heard the sliding door open and saw a girl with a short bob, a mole on her left eye, and a cigarette hanging by the edge of her mouth. She was holding her school bag in her right arm and walked in, her shoes making a clacking noise as she sat on her desk next to Satoru.

The desks were in a horizontal row, only three desks for three first years. Satoru glanced at the girl, seeing her lay her chin on her palm and sighing, "Shoko Ieiri." She mumbled, stating her name and nothing else, which Satoru found valid, there were a bunch of snobs and pretty girls trying to get his attention, she was the first not to. He smirked and leaned more into her chair, "Satoru Gojo.

The next few minutes passed and the light flickered every once in a while, it was 7:55 now and it had been ten minutes, five more minutes until class started. He groaned loudly once again and lolled his head back. "I'm bored-" He was starting, before he heard the sliding door open, he perked up and lifted his head to see who opened it. It was a boy, about his height with a bun and baggy pants, his hood off and a bang of hair on his forehead, and one thing stuck out.

His ears had gauges, and his hands were in his pockets. His eyes were vivid violet and sharp. Satoru's first thought was, and he said it completely out loud, "The fuck is up with your bangs??" He blurted out, his thoughts unfiltered and so was his voice, he snorted and looked at him up and down, "You look like a damn dipshit," He chuckled to himself and leaned into his chair more.