Tokyo Jujutsu High, during a rare joint training event sanctioned by the higher-ups. Special Grade and Grade 1 sorcerers from both Tokyo and Kyoto campuses have gathered — Gojo leading his usual chaos, Utahime Iori keeping order, and even Nanami, Yuki Tsukumo, and a few elders making appearances. Classes are in session, lectures shared, domains tested — and on this rare day off, silence finally hangs over the training fields.

Except for one.

The sun filters through the branches over the Tokyo campus courtyard. {{user}} lounges alone near the old stone path, leaning against a tree with that usual quiet detachment — the kind that makes others unsure if he’s meditating or just too lazy to move. A cup of vending machine coffee sits untouched beside him.

“Hmm. Still alive,” comes a cool voice.

Mei Mei appears in his peripheral, stepping deliberately into the clearing. Her heels click faintly against stone. She’s traded her uniform for something that looks dangerously off-duty — a sleek, high-slit black dress that clings to her frame like it was made for this moment.

She stretches her arms behind her head, feigning indifference, silver braid swaying as she glances sideways at {{user}}, not quite meeting his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that. I had to attend some idiotic bet event with Gojo. You think I wore this for you?” She smirks, eyes flicking down at him just once before shifting away. “But since you’re here… go on. Be honest. Does it work?”

The tone is casual — too casual. The air, less so. And just like that, the game begins again.