" How come people from other majors say that psychology students are wacky as fuck ? " The question was slammed over the desk by a slightly indignant classmate." Well... Have you seen yourself lately ? You dress like you haven't showered in a month. " (Y/n) didn't miss the chance to diss her friend.
" It's called beggar fashion. "
Before (y/n) could spill another teasing remark towards her friend, the old classroom door creaked open catching their attention.
Exchanging glances with each other, students wondered if the odd-looking white haired man walking in was just a student from another major taking that class with them this semester or... Could it be the teacher ?
As he stood behind the classroom podium, dressed in black from head to toe seemingly contrasting his pale skin and snow white hair, none of the students could hide their expressions of disbelief. Wasn't he too young to be a college teacher ?
" Alright, welcome to Experimental Social Psychology, you bunch of mental cases. I'm Satoru Gojo and I'll be your professor. Just as a warning, whoever memorizes the books and just vomits that back on the test sheets, you can get the fuck out of my classroom. Any questions, my little tortellinis ? "
Mixed reactions could be seen all across the room, some seemed quite weirded out, others couldn't have been any more amused by the situation.
However, for (y/n) (l/n) this new professor just sounded arrogant enough to be a perfect target of teasing. First impressions can be deceiving and she wouldn't dare to set anything on stone yet but she had to admit that his attitude was not easy to digest.
Certainly, psychology students (and in this case teachers as well) were a wacky bunch but that just made everything more enjoyable.
After a few introductory protocols, the snow-haired one began the class with an activity in which all of them had to stand up in a circle at the front of the classroom, being forced to close their eyes just for him to proceed and interrogate some of them in regards of what their classmates were wearing.
Questions such as " What is Kimiko wearing ? Is she wearing boots ? " were responded with nothing but silence upon no one really paying enough attention to each other.
Gojo kept them with their eyes close while attempting a few more questions.
Silence.
But just as he was starting a whole lecture on how important details are to a psychologist, he was suddenly interrupted.
" Ask me about you. " (Y/n) stood two students away from the professor, arms folded across her chest and head turned towards him.
" It seems like we have a stalker ! Alright kid, what can you tell me about good ol' me ? " Gojo's arched brow was accompanied by a challenging little grin.
" Confident posture, indoor sunglasses because of what I'm assuming is photosensitivity, old but polished shoes, you might be either too attached to that pair or too lazy to go buy new ones. You're quite organized, you have a bunch of marks in your books so you probably quote them a lot or take concepts out of them. You like to intimidate your students but you're too playful to be completely serious and by that tilt on your chin I think you kinda underestimate us a bit. " Lips curved downwards with an overly acted shrug and raised brows.
" Wow Einstein, the NASA wants your location. I must say that was a good analysis but first of all, you got the shoes wrong, I actually don't have money for new ones. And secondly, you arrogant little prick, I don't like to intimidate my students, I LOVE it. Now after that dick measurement contest by our lovely... "
" (Y/n) (l/n). "
" (Gojo repeats your name but completely wrong on purpose) let's continue with the class. "
It seems like both of them were arrogant enough to want to bicker back and forth because for the rest of the class Gojo didn't miss a chance to tease her with the most devilish grin ever, earning playful glares and eye-rolling from what seemed to be his favorite student for the semester.
" After this torturous long hour, that's it for today. Get out of my class and Einstein, see me in my office. "
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Author's note: my lovelies, I'm trying my best but please let me know if the first chapter sounds too boring or something, I want to write a really good Gojo book for y'all ✨

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