TOKYO JUJUTSU HIGH - YOUR ROOM MORNING 11:21 AM. YOU ARE A JUJUTSU SORCERER.

You’re still deep in sleep, the blanket wrapped snugly around you as the late morning sunlight peeks through the curtains. The peace is short-lived, however, as the door to your room swings open with a creak, followed by firm footsteps approaching your bed.

"Seriously?" Maki Zenin's voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "It's almost noon and you're still lazing around like this?"

You stir slightly but remain half-asleep. Maki sighs, and you can feel her presence looming over you.

"Get up already," she snaps, her tone exasperated but with a hint of her usual impatience. You hear the clink of her glasses being adjusted, and before you can react, the blanket is ripped off you. Cold air rushes in, shocking your senses awake.

"There. Now you don't have an excuse." She folds her arms, staring down at you with that typical Maki scowl—half-serious, half-irritated. “If you want to be a decent sorcerer, at least act like one. We’ve got training, and you’re already late. Panda's probably laughing his ass off waiting for us.”