Gojo can be seen whistling to an unknown tune as he strolled through the empty corridor, both hands stuffed casually into his pockets.
While, the sounds of teachers calling out roll, or students nervously introducing themselves can be heard from the nearby Classroom.
'Class 1-F,' Gojo thought silently in his heart.
Yes—Class 1-F.
This was the class assigned to him as homeroom teacher.
Originally, when he first approached the principal of Sobu High, he had wanted to take charge of the second-year students. After all, some interesting student was also moving up to second year, so it would have been convenient.
But in the end, he chose to take the first-year freshmen.
For no other reason than—because it sounded fun.
Besides, with first-years, he could do as he pleased.
As for why the principal of Sobu High would allow someone like Gojo Satoru, a man with no proper background or record in education, to join the school—and not only that, but become a homeroom teacher… well, that story went back to three months ago.
And no, it wasn't as Hiratsuka Shizune have thought about stuffing money into the principal's hands.
It was really very simply.
One night, bored out of his mind, Gojo went wandering into a cursed field to catch a particularly nasty curse for entertainment.
There, he happened to meet a bald man being chased down by curses.
And that bald man turned out to be none other than the current principal of Sobu High.
As you might expected, the bald principal was saved.
Coincidence? Yes. Bizarre? Definitely. But that's just how fate works sometimes.
(Note: Don't think too hard about it, this is only the beginning)
"Here we are."
Looking at the sign on the classroom door that read Class 1-F, Gojo stopped walking.
His right hand pushed the door open—just a crack.
Slowly, he poked his white-haired head inside, only his face peeking through the gap. After scanning the classroom, as he grinned brightly.
"Moshi moshi~ excuse me."
Silence.
No one in the classroom responded.
Instead, all eyes turned to the door, staring at the white-haired head sticking out with strange expressions.
The looks in their eyes seemed to say, "There's no way this guy is our homeroom teacher."
"That's right, I'm your homeroom teacher this semester," Gojo replied with a smug face, as if he had heard their thoughts.
Hey, hey—why does it feel like this guy is playing monster-in-the-door? Teacher, can you at least come in properly? Just sticking your head through like that is kind of scary, you know!
A few students with more… imaginative minds silently screamed this in their hearts.
Click!
The door slid open.
Gojo, no longer acting like some horror-movie ghost, walked into the classroom.
The moment he entered, many of the students' eyelids twitched subconsciously.
So tall!
Yes—Gojo Satoru stood at over 190 cm. Compared to the average Japanese male, around 170 cm, he was a towering giant.
And these were all newly admitted first-year students. Their bodies hadn't fully grown yet. Shorter boys were barely 160 cm, the taller ones just over 170 at most.
As for the girls? Most hovered around 155–160 cm.
Talking to Gojo face-to-face meant they had to crane their heads all the way up.
Gojo ignored the teacher's chair that had been prepared for him. Instead, he hopped up and sat directly on the Desk itself, one arm propped lazily behind him, posture like some old man at leisure.
"Dear students, happy new semester. As I just said, I'll be your homeroom teacher this semester. Name's Gojo Satoru, but you can just call me Gojo-sensei. Interests and hobbies? Hmm… I love sweets."
As soon as his words ended, polite applause rose from below.
No matter what, this man was their homeroom teacher.
Respect was mandatory.
"Alright then, time to hear from you."
Gojo rubbed his smooth chin, swept a glance over the class, then suddenly pointed forward with his right hand.
"I choose you—the girl in the first row by the wall."
Gojo-sensei, are you choosing students like they're Pokémon?
Several boys complained inwardly.
But still, their gazes immediately followed his finger.
In an instant, many pairs of male eyes lit up.
"Hello everyone, my name is Chitanda Eru. There isn't really anything specific to say about my hobbies, but I am good at cooking. Please take care of me this year."
The girl who stood up introduced herself with a serious expression.
She had long black hair flowing down to her shoulders, delicate features, and a pure innocence that made her stand out. Even in the plain Sobu High uniform, one could tell her figure was excellent.
Her entire temperament was that of a refined young lady who hadn't yet been touched by the impurities of the world.
"Yoshi, yoshi. A very good introduction, Chitanda-san."
Gojo clapped his hands lightly.
"Alright, you may sit down."
But Chitanda raised her hand slightly.
"Um, Gojo-sensei, there's something I'm curious about." Chitanda said, her eyes filled with pure curiosity.
"Hm? Please, ask away." Gojo said, with a confused face.
Chitanda's large violet eyes stared straight at Gojo.
After a few seconds of serious observation, she finally asked with a determined face:
"Gojo-sensei… with that blindfold on your eyes, can you actually see clearly? I'm really curious!"
Her question wasn't just her own. In fact, almost every student in the class had been holding back the same thought.
From the first moment they saw Gojo, they weren't drawn in by his good looks or the lower half of his face.
No—their attention had immediately gone to the black blindfold wrapped tightly around his eyes.
And the same question formed in all their minds:
Can he really see through that?
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