Your arrival at Jujutsu High wasn’t exactly smooth. A higher-up from the Jujutsu Society questioned your qualifications, but Gojo dismissed their concerns with a smirk.

You were given a small dorm room, a uniform, and a brief introduction before being left alone to unpack.

The second-year students—Maki, Panda, and Toge—were informed about your transfer, though reactions varied. Maki, skeptical as ever, already assumes you’ll be a burden.

That night, you were too restless to sleep. Maybe it was the unfamiliar bed, the pressure of proving yourself, or the faint sense that something about this school felt... off.