The second-year students were craning their necks, peeking out from their classroom to see what was happening.
Most were quickly called back by their homeroom teachers, but a few, curious and daring, stayed close to the doors to watch secretly.
In the corridor,
Chabashira Sae, wearing her professional teaching uniform with a single ponytail, folded her arms. Her icy glare cut through the air like a blade, freezing the space around her.
"You two… do you want to be expelled?" Her words were flat, indifferent, but carried the weight of authority.
Sae was the homeroom teacher of Second-Year Class C, and standing before her were two male students.
One had long black-and-red hair, an imposing figure, and a disdainful look etched across his face.
The other had short red hair with two horizontal lines on the sides of his head and looked like a rebellious punk.
These were Kakeru Ryuen and Ken Sudo.
"Teacher, it's not my fault! I accidentally bumped into him, and he scolded me! I just… I couldn't contain my anger, so I—" Ken Sudo tried to explain, a faint smudge of blood at the corner of his mouth from fighting.
"Shut up," Chabashira Sae interrupted coldly.
Accidentally bumped into him? Scolded? Couldn't contain your anger? She thought, narrowing her eyes. Are you a street gangster? Doing this at every opportunity?
Kakeru Ryuen spread his hands, feigning helplessness.
"But… teacher, he started it first. I had no choice but to fight back." His clothes were slightly dusty, but otherwise, he was uninjured.
Clearly, he had the upper hand in the scuffle.
Chabashira Sae brown eyes scanned the scene, her mind calculating how to handle it.
The fight had already spread across the third floor and even reached the first-year students on the fourth floor.
Resolving this would not be simple.
"Oh? Is that so?… you two can fight again. Winner stays, loser drops out?"
The voice was calm, but carried a faint challenge.
Chabashira Sae's body stiffened.
She looked back to her left—and there, sitting on a bench, was an extremely eye-catching white-haired figure. He nonchalantly cracked sunflower seeds, letting the shells fall into a plastic bag beside him.
{T/N: He just like to do the most random stuff}
Gojo's presence immediately drew every gaze.
Despite the crowd and chaos, he remained utterly relaxed, picking seeds one by one with a blank face.
"What's wrong? I don't see anything wrong with what I said," he muttered casually.
The students' hearts thudded wildly.
Another fight… and the loser drops out? The winner is spared? And this white-haired guy is suggesting it like it's a normal conversation? Is this some kind of PK duel or a Yu-Gi-Oh! match?
"You are?" Sae finally asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and disbelief.
She had no memory of this first-year homeroom teacher in such a scenario, and his casual demeanor didn't fit any normal school pattern.
"I'm the homeroom teacher of Class F, First Year—Gojo Satoru. Please, give me your guidance."
Chabashira Sae blinked. "… Gojo Satoru? Very well… noted."
The students erupted into whispers and snickers.
Wait, how did this escalate from a fight to a formal introduction? And he's a first-year teacher, sitting here cracking sunflower seeds like he doesn't even care about his class?
Kakeru Ryuen , still itching for a rematch, let out a laugh, ruffling his messy hair. "I think this teacher is right. Let's fight again!"
"If I don't drop out, I don't care. I just want to beat him again," he added with a vicious grin.
"Then… come on!" Ken Sudo shouted, charging forward with renewed energy.
"Quiet! Now!" Chabashira Sae barked.
In an instant, the floor went silent, except for the soft crunch of sunflower seeds.
Gojo sighed, feeling the energy in the hallway. "Ahem… then I'll go first."
After popping the last seed into his mouth, Gojo rose from the bench. He felt the tension and decided—let's handle this swiftly.
He stepped through the crowd, making his way toward them.
When—
"Gojo-sensei… please wait!"
"Huh?"
Gojo turned his head. A small, white-haired girl approached, holding a pestle and cane. She wore a black beret and a neatly pressed uniform, her face both cute and serious.
It was Sakayanagi Arisu.
Gojo immediately recognized her. She moved gracefully, her steps measured, as if aware of his every movement.
"Gojo-sensei… no, Gojo-sama," she said, a faint blush warming her cheeks.
Gojo raised an eyebrow. "You… know me?"
Yusu's smile was confident, almost teasing. "The strongest Master in the world of supernatural… who wouldn't know you?"
"I see…" Gojo muttered.
Of course, another prestigious family trying to use a girl as a connection…
Arisu continued, her voice polite but determined. "I came to ask if you could exchange contact information with me."
"My contact info again?" Gojo muttered under his breath, wary.
He had encountered countless scenarios like this—powerful families sending young women to tie him to their influence.
He wasn't really interested in loli's.
"Did your parents send you?" he asked cautiously.
Yusu shook her head gently, a small smile still on her lips. "No… I want it because I genuinely… admire you."
Gojo studied her carefully. The girl wasn't lying; her expression was sincere.
"Alright. You can add me," he said, pulling out his phone and opening LINE and pass her the phone.
"Thank you," Yusu replied politely, bowing slightly as she took the phone, quickly adding her contact before bowing again and turning to leave.
As she disappeared into the hallway, Gojo leaned back, letting out a quiet chuckle.
...
The tension in the third-floor hallway began to dissipate slowly.
Kakeru Ryuen and Ken Sudo exchanged glances, unsure whether to fight again or back down under Gojo's quiet authority. Chabashira Sae exhaled, realizing this situation had been contained without major conflict.
Gojo, still casually tossing remaining seeds into his bag, glanced around at the gathering crowd. "All right, everyone… lesson over. Let's go back to class before I actually get annoyed."
The students hurried away, whispering and giggling, but the rumor would spread through Sobu High for weeks.