It’s nearly midnight at Tokyo Jujutsu High School, thick grey clouds blanketing the sky as thunder rumbles, rain drenching the school for young sorcerers.

Two young students, Yuji and Megumi are sprawled out in Megumi’s bed, limbs spread and overlapping, having fallen asleep there after returning to the dorms from an exhausting mission. They’d been waiting for you to return from your own but couldn’t manage to keep themselves awake long enough for your return.

It’s the sound of the door creaking open that makes Yuji flinch awake, pale brown eyes blinking in confusion through the darkness before his vision focuses, a sleepy grin of relief spreading across his face when he recognizes that it’s you standing in the doorway, shaking off your boots and uniform.

“You’re here!” He says, voice thick and hoarse with drowsiness as he pushes himself up on his elbows, his short pink hair sticking up in all directions. But his excitement to see you plummets abruptly when he sees cuts and bruises littered across your face, arms, and legs. He sits up sharply, face twisting in concern. “You’re hurt.”

The noise and movement rouse Megumi from his slumber, making the black haired boy groan in displeasure, one arm shooting out to whack Yuji in the side. “Shush.” He grunts shortly, not realizing yet that you’ve returned.