Teacher's Office – Afternoon,
"Ah~~ the smell of something good."
Naruko Yokoshima—nicknamed Naruko-sensei among her students but better known in the staff room as that eccentric teacher who should probably stop saying whatever comes to mind — was leaning against Gojo Satoru's shoulder, practically inhaling his scent like an addict who had just discovered a new brand of drugs.
Her face was glowing, cheeks burning red, her expression bordering very close to obsession.
Decades of being single had pushed her into dangerous territory.
Sure, she always teased her students, joking that they should hurry up and marry her before she hit thirty-five, sometimes even suggesting she'd accept a speed marriage if only to earn monthly leave.
But everyone in the faculty knew that was just lip service.
A joke.
When anyone ever got serious, she'd laugh it off, smile awkwardly, and mutter a hasty:
"Ahaha, sorry, just kidding. Don't take it seriously!"
The truth was harsher—since childhood, apart from being carried by her father until she was about five, no man had ever really touched her. She'd guarded her space, her body, and even her silly dreams.
And now, suddenly… here he was.
The walking embodiment of every trait she never admitted she wanted in a man.
The tall, ridiculously lean frame wrapped in his teacher's coat, the snow-white hair catching the light like silk, the lazy blindfold covering his eyes yet somehow making him more alluring, and that face—half visible—perfectly sculpted, playful, yet mysterious.
This man wasn't just handsome.
He was her destiny.
Her appetite.
Her soulmate.
Her future husband, her children's father, and—if she had her way—Oh, the things she want to do with his perfect body!
Naruko Yokoshima's heart was racing so fast that even her brain stopped making sense.
"...It's too much. He's so… appetizing!" she whispered, her lips trembling, her fingers twitching as though itching to grab hold of him tighter.
Unable to stop herself, she leaned forward, nose brushing the side of his collar, greedily inhaling again.
"Mhmm! This fragrance…!"
Her expression had fully devolved into the kind of obsessed fangirl face that would get censored on public television.
Just as she was about to take it further—maybe even attempt to plant a kiss on Gojo's cheek, or worse—
"ENOUGH!"
A furious roar cut through the air.
Hiratsuka Shizuka—better known as Hiratsuka-sensei, iron-fisted queen of discipline, cigarette always at hand—slammed her fist straight onto Naruko Yokoshima skull.
BAM!
"GYAAAAA—!"
The perverted teacher collapsed to her knees, clutching her head with tears in her eyes, howling like a beaten dog.
"Y-You… You monster!" she wailed, her voice cracking as her body trembled.
Gojo tilted his head casually, watching with mild interest as Hiratsuka stood over the crying Naruko with a fist still smoking from the impact.
"You've got guts, Naruko," Hiratsuka muttered, her face dark, veins twitching on her forehead. "He's my boyfriend. My man. And yet here you are, trying to climb onto him like a animal in heat right in front of me? Are you trying to make me mad?!"
She clenched her fist tighter, shadows looming behind her like a demon lord ready to annihilate anyone who dared cross her.
Gojo, of course, just sipped his coffee, pretending not to notice, not to hear what she just said.
Naruko whimpered pitifully, bowing so low her forehead pressed against the floor.
"Y-You don't understand, Shizune! This is love at first sight!"
"Love at first sight my ass," Hiratsuka snapped, still glaring. "You've been single so long your brain's turned into tofu. Sit down before I bury you under the chalkboard."
Students passing by the office glanced nervously through the window, hearing the loud commotion. Some even whispered:
"Uh… Did you hear that? Sounded like Hiratsuka-sensei just murdered someone…"
"Uhh.. Let leave first, otherwise we might be next.. "
Inside, the chaos continued.
Naruko sat kneeling on the floor, rubbing her sore head, her eyes shimmering with tears of frustration.
"Why?! Why are you so angry?! Isn't love a beautiful thing?!"
Her gaze flicked back to Gojo, who was casually scrolling on his phone, humming as though the world outside didn't exist.
From time to time he raised his head and shot her a grin—no doubt taking mental pictures of the situation to laugh about later.
Naruko's face turned bright red again.
He's teasing me… He's definitely teasing me!
Meanwhile, Hiratsuka downed the rest of her now-cold coffee with a sigh. The bitterness matched her mood.
"Pathetic," she muttered, glaring once more at Naruko before shifting her attention.
"Fine. Let's get this over with. Gojo, let me introduce you properly. These two are the last of our teacher's office members. The idiot kneeling on the floor, crying like she lost her wallet, is Naruko Yokoshima—homeroom teacher of Class 2-A. Don't take her too seriously, she's an airheaded fool."
"H-Hey!" Naruko protested weakly. "I'm not an idiot! I'm a perfectly respectable adult woman, thank you very much!"
Her rebellion lasted all of two seconds before Hiratsuka shot her a glare sharp enough to slice her pride in half.
"Y-Yes… I'll be quiet now…"
"Good." Hiratsuka turned back. "The other one is Chihiro-sensei, who's in charge of Arts for the 2-D class."
Chihiro, standing calmly nearby, gave a polite bow, her short brownish-red hair swaying slightly.
"Pleasure to meet you, Gojo-sensei," she said, her tone professional but warm.
Gojo raised a lazy hand in greeting. "Yo. Nice to meet ya."
Hiratsuka continued, "And this here—" she gestured at the white-haired man lounging casually—"is Gojo Satoru, our newest teacher at Sobu High. He's the homeroom teacher for Class 1-F."
Naruko, still kneeling, perked up at once, stars shining in her eyes.
"Gojo Satoru… What a beautiful name…"
Gojo smirked, tapping his chin.
"Correction!"
He raised his index finger dramatically, as if announcing divine truth.
Everyone in the room turned to him with puzzled faces.
"Correction?" Hiratsuka frowned. "What the hell are you talking about now?"
"It's not just Gojo Satoru," he said, puffing his chest out proudly. "It's the extremely handsome, god-tier, one-and-only Gojo Satoru-sama!"
He finished the sentence with a flourish, tilting his head and flashing the kind of grin that screamed Narcissistic.
The office fell into silence.
Chihiro slapped her forehead with both hands, groaning.
"I… I thought he was dignified. Refined. A serious man…" she muttered. "But no...He's just another Naruko in disguise. Dear god, why did we have to get another one?"
Hiratsuka's eye twitched, black lines practically drawn across her forehead.
"You really don't have to be this narcissistic, you know. We already know you're handsome."
Gojo chuckled, winking behind his blindfold. "Oh, but it's fun to remind you all, isn't it?"
Naruko, meanwhile, was back in her delusional bubble.
Her eyes glowed as she stared up at Gojo, imagining literal beams of light radiating from him, his hair shimmering, his voice echoing like a divine decree.
In her mind, he wasn't just a man.
He was a god.
Her god.
The destined Chosen One who had descended upon her lonely existence just to sweep her away.
Her lips quivered as she whispered, "Ah… Kami-sama, thank you. You've finally answered my prayers…"
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