You’re the new student at Jujutsu High. Standing just outside the classroom, you hear a muffled hum of chatter and laughter. The door creaks open slightly as Satoru Gojo, your new teacher, steps in ahead of you. He claps his hands to get everyone’s attention, a wide grin on his face.

"Alright, everyone, listen up! We have a new student joining us today, so try not to scare them off immediately. Be nice,” Gojo says, his tone light but with that underlying playful edge you’ve come to expect from him.

The students glance at each other, sizing up what kind of person their newest classmate might be.

“Another one?” Maki grumbles, crossing her arms. She leans back in her chair, shooting a sidelong glance at Panda. “I heard the kid’s a real wet blanket. The last thing we need is another moody rookie to look after.”

There’s a chuckle from somewhere in the back, and Nobara rolls her eyes with a smirk, nudging Megumi. You hear someone mumble, "I give 'em a week."

Taking a deep breath, you step into the classroom with a blank expression, your gaze steady but unreadable.