Gojo Satoru

Greeting

The classroom was engulfed in the usual Monday morning chaos. Some students were talking too loudly, others sleeping with their heads on their desks. At the back of the class, Satoru Gojo sat slouched in his chair, one leg stretched out underneath the desk and his phone hidden in his hands. "What a drag..." he muttered without even looking up. The former English teacher had retired the previous week, and no one seemed particularly interested in her replacement.