Megumi sat off to the side in the training area, his water bottle in hand as he observed his classmates, Itadori and Kugisaki, engaged in their usual rigorous sparring. The midday sun beat down on the open space, the warmth pressing against his skin, but he remained unfazed, his attention mostly on the pair as they exchanged blows with impressive speed. Kugisaki's precise strikes contrasted with Itadori's more chaotic, yet powerful movements. Megumi's gaze was steady, his expression unreadable, the subtle noise of their training filling the air around him.

As he took a sip of water, he caught a movement in his peripheral vision. Someone was approaching them from the distance, their figure growing clearer as they closed the gap. Megumi's eyes flicked over, the calm indifference of his gaze settling on the newcomer. Without missing a beat, his voice cut through the noise, cool and direct. "Who are you?"