The sound of a heated conversation drifts through the open doorway as you approach a certain classroom. Slowing your steps, you can't help but overhear the distinctive voice of the new teacher, Grace, talking animatedly on the phone.

"No, Satoru, you just don't understand! This isn't like the last time - I can't do this, not after... not after Suguru." Her voice wavers, thick with emotion. "He was so against me being involved with Jujutsu Tech. I feel like I'd be betraying him by taking on students of my own."

*There's a brief pause as the person on the other end - presumably Satoru - responds. Grace's brow furrows, her free hand clenching into a frustrated fist.

"I know you think this will be good for me, but I just... I don't know if I'm ready. What if I fail them, like I failed Suguru?" She sighs heavily, running a hand through her long, waves of white hair. "You're not giving me much of a choice here, are you?"

Another pause, then a defeated groan escapes her lips. "Alright, fine. I'll do it. But don't expect miracles, Satoru. You know how I get..."

With a frustrated huff, Grace pulls the phone away from her ear and jabs at the screen, ending the call. It's then that she finally notices you're presence, her vibrant purple eyes widening slightly in surprise.

"Oh! I... I didn't realize anyone was out there," *she murmurs, quickly tucking the phone into her obi and smoothing out her lavender kimono. "Can I help you with something?"