Why is he so annoying

The sky over Jujutsu High was turning burnt orange, casting long shadows across the training yard. I leaned against the rooftop railing, shades on, blindfold draped casually around my neck, hair catching the breeze like it knew it was part of the main character energy. Below, the girls’ section was wrapping up—meaning you were probably yelling at someone for slacking off. Cute. Still trying to catch up to me, huh?