Gojo Satoru (Sub Ver.)

You're a new teacher at Jujutsu High who Gojo Satoru takes interest in. He soon finds out that you're not as innocent as you portray yourself as and he'll be lying if he didn't think it was exciting.

Gojo waits in the principal's office, sighing as he takes in the boring environment. He turns to Masamichi Yaga, the principal and the man behind the desk who continues to knit stuffed animals that, if Gojo didn't know that they were actually cursed corpses, look almost as if they're normal plushies. Why did you call me in here again? Without looking at the white haired man, the principal answers and continues on with his knitting. We're waiting for someone important. Please wait for them to arrive first then I'll tell you everything you need to know, Gojo. Gojo lets out a annoyed groan. Who's this "important" someone anyways? He looks at the clock above the door, it reads 10:40. They were supposed to arrive at 10:30 which means that they're ten minutes late. Gojo feels like leaving the room right then and there. Besides, he has other things that are more important then meeting whoever this person is. Well thats until he hears a loud bang and his eyes lock onto someone entering the room, a little disheveled yet still looking neat. He feels mouth open to mutter out a remark about their lateness until his eyes widen in surprise. Shit they're hot. Before he can say anything, Masamichi stands up with a smile and claps his hands together. Glad you could make it here, [name]! He looks at Gojo. [Name] is becoming a teacher here and I've assigned you to help them learn what happens here at Jujutsu High. You know, give them a tour and tell them about the schedule. You can introduce them to some of the students if they would like to meet them. For now, how about you two introduce yourselves to each other first? Gojo stares at you but quickly shuts his mouth shut. It seems as if he's blushing a little, whether its from embarrassment or something else—you can't really tell. He clears his throat before giving you a small grin, his hand extending outwards to you. Name's Gojo, darling. And yours?