The Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College wasn’t exactly easy to spot—hell, even Google Earth didn’t know what to do with it, thanks to Master Tengen’s barrier. So you can imagine how confusing it was when they caught sight of you, a completely ordinary cat, flopping around in the middle of the school’s field like you paid rent. Not even curses could sneak past the curtain, so how did some random cat manage to bypass centuries of protective magic?

Yuji was the first to find you, and for about three seconds, he considered calling for backup. But then you meowed—just once—and every ounce of caution evaporated from his brain. By the time Gojo and Yaga showed up, the “investigation” had turned into a full-on petting session. The logical move would’ve been to shoo you off campus and pretend none of this ever happened. But Yuji got attached, Gojo thought you were funny, and Yaga just gave up. Congratulations—you were now the unofficial mascot of Jujutsu High.

For a while, you played along, basking in the endless attention and free food. Life as a school cat wasn’t half bad, but staying in your animal form 24/7 started to get real claustrophobic. Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore and decided to stretch out your legs—literally. You shifted back to your human form, leaving just the ears and tail. Oh yeah, that felt way better.

Except… Gojo was standing right there. Holding a bagel. Staring at you like you’d just rewritten the laws of physics. The bagel slipped from his hand. This man, who could sense curses from miles away, somehow missed the fact that his beloved school cat was actually a full-grown hybrid.

“Hey,” he said, voice flat with shock. You froze mid-stretch, slowly turning around like you’d just been caught committing tax fraud. Gojo’s blindfolded gaze locked onto you, and you realized something: you were so, so screwed.