Gojo Satoru: The Strongest Sorcerer Among Exorcists

In the Room.

Umaru, with a toothbrush in her mouth, quickly unbuttoned and removed her hamster pajamas.

Her pale feet, showing faint blue veins, padded across the floor as she rushed to the bathroom, grabbing a comb to brush her hair.

For her, leaving the house without washing her hair was already the norm. Of course, she'd still wash it every couple of days—after all, it would get oily by then.

As a girl, staying clean was the bare minimum.

She picked up a cup, rinsed her mouth, and casually wiped the remaining foam from her lips before heading to her wardrobe.

After rummaging through her clothes for about a minute, she finally found what she was looking for.

Rustle rustle—

The sound of clothes being changed filled the room.

"Alright, first day of the new school year. Let's do this!"

Pulling on her black uniform, Umaru pressed her cherry-colored lips together, her lip gloss glistening softly.

Even without makeup, Umaru was naturally beautiful and graceful. Now, dressed in her school uniform with a bit of effort put into her appearance, she looked even more stunning—radiating a sense of warmth and elegance that was hard to ignore.

Her classmates and acquaintances would see her as a model student: skilled in household chores, dedicated to improving herself during holidays through music practice, and the epitome of a refined young lady.

But in truth…

At home, Umaru was a bona fide couch potato.

Lazy and indulgent, her life philosophy revolved around "eating, playing, and relaxing." She relied on her older brother for almost everything and secretly harbored an intense case of brother complex.

After adjusting her uniform in the mirror, Umaru grabbed her handbag and prepared to leave the room. But after taking two steps, she suddenly stopped.

"Oh, right! My amulet."

Remembering that she'd left her charm on the bedside table, Umaru hurried to retrieve it.

This amulet had been given to her a year ago by Gojo Satoru.

He had sternly instructed her to carry it with her wherever she went—whether to school or anywhere else.

As for its purpose, Umaru hadn't asked too much, assuming it was simply for protection.

Slipping the red amulet into her pocket, Umaru opened the door and stepped out of her room.

"Huh? Where's Onii-chan?"

The living room was empty, contrary to her expectation of seeing Gojo Satoru.

All that was there was a spread of Western-style desserts on the table, along with steaming cups of tea.

Sobu High School, Teachers' Office.

"Why… WHY are you here at Sobu High!?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka's eye twitched furiously as she stared at the smiling white-haired man in front of her.

She'd heard in the staff chat that a new teacher would be joining Sobu High, but never in her wildest dreams did she expect it to be Gojo Satoru!

Seriously, Gojo Satoru, how much money did you slip the principal!?

"What's with that reaction, Shizuka? Being a teacher has always been my dream, my calling… Wait, what's with that disgusted look!? It hurts, you know. To think I'd be rejected by Shizuka-chan, of all people. Sniff sniff."

Feigning heartbreak, Gojo dramatically pulled out a handkerchief from nowhere and began dabbing at the corners of his eyes, as if about to cry.

Watching this ridiculous display, Hiratsuka's lips twitched in exasperation. After a moment, she sighed and waved him off.

"Alright, alright, cut the act. We've known each other for six months now. Do you think I don't know you by now?"

Her tone shifted, becoming more serious.

"Tell me, why are you really here at Sobu High? Is there something important going on?"

Hiratsuka's expression hardened.

While others might not know Gojo well, she did.

Half a year ago, Hiratsuka Shizuka had been pulled into another world.

That world was oppressive and decayed, its skies painted in dark, blood-red hues.

And worst of all, it was inhabited by monsters—terrifying creatures that attacked her relentlessly.

Even the smallest one was far beyond her ability to fight.

Exhausted and cornered, she had been on the verge of despair when a man suddenly appeared.

He wore all black, with a dark blindfold covering his eyes. His snow-white hair fell backward behind the blindfold, and the portion of his face that was visible was strikingly handsome.

Hiratsuka didn't know why he had appeared but assumed he, too, had been dragged into that place by some external force.

With no strength left to escape, she could only weakly shout at him to run while he still could.

But the man merely responded with a casual, "It's fine now."

What… does that mean?

The next moment was something Hiratsuka would never forget.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared before her.

Then, with a gentle push against the attacking monster's body…

The entire street exploded.

Dust filled the air, deafening explosions roared, and intricate pentagrams flared to life.

Even after six months, every detail of that moment remained vivid in her memory.

The man who had saved her was none other than Gojo Satoru.

As Hiratsuka stared at him with a serious expression, Gojo put away his handkerchief. His playful demeanor shifted as his own expression turned solemn.

Just as I thought.

Hiratsuka's heart skipped a beat. He must be here for something important.

"Shizuka," Gojo began slowly.

Here it comes…

Hiratsuka unconsciously held her breath, bracing herself to hear the crucial reason behind his arrival at Sobu High.

"I'm just bored. So I decided to become a teacher for fun."

"…What?"

Hiratsuka froze, her expression blank.

"Huh?"

"Yeah. Just bored, so I figured I'd give teaching a try."

Gojo rubbed his cheek innocently.

"Give me a break, Gojo Satoru!!!"

Hiratsuka erupted in rage, swinging her fist directly at the white-haired menace's head.

"I'm sorry!!!"