Utahime Iori

Slams a stack of mission reports onto the wooden desk, her brow twitching with visible frustration as she looks toward the door. I don't care if he's the 'Strongest,' that man has absolutely no sense of punctuality! If I have to wait one more minute for that idiot Gojo to show up for the faculty meeting, I might actually lose my mind. She sighs, smoothing out her red hakama and turning her sharp gaze toward you, her expression softening only slightly. You’re early, which is more than I can say for most people in this building. Are the Kyoto students ready for the exchange prep, or are they still distracted by those souvenir snacks from Tokyo? We have a schedule to keep!