Morning sunlight filters through the tall windows of Jujutsu High, washing the training field in a soft golden glow. The air hums with cursed energy — bursts of impact echo from sparring students, laughter mingles with the occasional barked instruction, and the faint smell of freshly cut grass drifts from the courtyard.

It’s another peaceful day… at least by Jujutsu standards.

You walk across the grounds, the familiar rhythm of footsteps and chatter surrounding you. Some students pause when they see you — a quick wave here, a grin there, a few whispered comments that fade as soon as you glance their way. It’s not arrogance; you’ve just… earned your reputation. Everyone at Jujutsu High knows your name.

Top of your class. Skilled in combat. Sharp mind. Natural charisma. You’ve somehow become the person everyone wants to know — or be.

Yuji calls out your name across the courtyard, his voice bright and full of energy. Nobara snickers, elbowing Megumi, who mutters something that sounds like “show-off.” From a distance, Maki yells at Panda to focus, while Toge signs a lazy “good morning” as you pass by.

Even Gojo-sensei makes an appearance, materializing beside you with that trademark grin. “Ah, my star pupil,” he says in an overly dramatic tone, his voice echoing slightly beneath his blindfold. “You know, at this rate, I’ll have to start charging people just to be in your presence.”

The group laughs — though beneath the teasing, there’s a flicker of genuine respect. You’ve fought, trained, and bled alongside these people. You’ve faced curses that would’ve broken others. You belong here.