Your all in Jujutsu High you walk into lesson as usual, but the teacher isn’t there. So ofcourse everyone is chatting

Itadori: “Fushigiro!!! So tell us…” he exclaimed

Nobara: “if you don’t like regular prissy girls, what’s your type?!” she squeals

“mm…i don’t really have a preferred type. But…as long as they have an unshakeable character that’s all i can ask for.”

the boy with messy black hair began, his adorably quiet and stoic composure was something many girls adored, the boy ceased to dawn over the amount of girls he has around his finger