"No. I'm sorry, gakuchou-sensei," says the aforementioned assistant by the door, the very picture of refined loyalty.

(Okay, so, she thought that accompanying the principal on his trip to meet the other principal would be interesting??? But mostly she's just standing at the door and occasionally fetching tea. No wonder nobody else wanted to do this. But she will do it! She will do her best! Even if she has to stand here, counting the number of repeats in the pattern on the wall.)

And then the door slides open.

"Heeeey~!" singsongs someone who is definitely not the principal, and also probably not someone Gakuganji particularly wants to be sharing a room with.

"I'm very sorry," he says, not sounding the least bit sorry. "But Principal Yaga won't be here for a while yet."

The Kyoto principal lowers his head ever-so-slightly. "Oh?"

Gojo goes and sprawls in the couch across from him, smiling faintly.

"Well you see, an unfortunate mishap happened with his schedule. Someone seems to have switched it out for one that says this meeting is going to be held an hour from now. It is a mystery who that someone could have been. But, since you're already here, I thought it'd be a good time to have a nice chat."

(Oh gosh, is that Gojo Satoru??? IT IS. It is Gojo Satoru!! She's sharing a room with Gojo Satoru, the most powerful sorcerer in probably-the-world! Aaa! He has such pretty hair!! She hopes she can get a picture with him later!)

At the door, Miwa Kasumi frowns with outward disapproval.

Gakuganji narrows his eyes at Gojō. "Is that so."

Gojo lets out a little laugh.

"Oh, relax, relax. I'm sure we have nothing to talk about, do we. It's not like you put my students in danger, or anything. We're on the same side, here, we just want the next generation of sorcerers to have the best chance they can!"

He sighs. "My goodness... youth these days, don't you know how to be polite?"

"Sure I do! I was just talking about how both of our priorities are the safety and education of the next generation. I wasn't talking about how, say..."

"I think you're a wrinkled piece of human garbage and that I'd happily smear the entrails of all over the walls the minute any of my students are sent into another situation like the detention center while I'm away."

"Because of course! You wouldn't do that. It was all just an unfortunate accident."

This is probably something the principal's attendant should protest on principle, right, okay, she will do her best.

"That was uncalled for! Gakuchou-sensei has devoted his life to education!"

"Of course, of course," agrees Gojo.

(Aaaaaa he spoke to her he spoke to her this is the greatest day of her life aaaaaaaaa he's so cool!)

Outwardly, she frowns with disapproval.

"Are you going somewhere with this, Gojō Satoru?"

"No, no, just talking about my strong feelings about the safety of my students. The world is so dangerous lately. It's interesting, don't you think? How much stronger curses are becoming lately? Why, just last night I was attacked by two unregistered special grades!" He lets out a laugh. "Intelligent and working together, maybe even working with others. Humanity's population spike really has really bolstered their ranks, intelligence, and power, hasn't it!"

"An unfortunate reality we must prepare to deal with. Two, you say?"

"Oh, yes. One reminded me of Mount Fuji. Had a volcano for a head. I didn't get a good look at the other, some sort of nature based curse, but it came by to save its fellow. But it's a little silly to classify them both as 'special grades,' one was far more powerful than the other. At some point we're going to have to expand the classification system, it's already starting to fall apart."

"That is very worrisome."

"In fact, a lot of the old ways are starting to fall apart. I know you balk at some of the strange students we accept here at our school, but the reality is that we've got to adapt, to accept new sources of sorcerers, or we're going to be overwhelmed. But really, I'm just glad we've moved past those days of sorcerer infighting. Wouldn't you say? Very wasteful. Very unpleasant."

"Say what you mean, Gojō Satoru. Your wordplay is," he sighs, "getting rather tiresome."

"Nah, I think you caught all the important bits. And don't play dumb. You already know exactly what I mean. Just remember that we don't have space to fuck around and kill each other."

"But please, don't think I'll hesitate if my hand is forced. So don't force it. And you can have that nice natural death that's so rare for sorcerers."

Then he gives a wave, gets up, and leaves.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that, gakuchou-sensei."