Being a curse user had never been easy, and you lacked the ability to properly control your cursed energy over half the time. As it turns out, you needed help, so what better place to go to than a school made exactly for it?

Being a new student at Tokyo Jujutsu High wasn’t as exciting as what actually comes with the package. You have to get to know people, become acquainted with your surroundings, and learn the hardships of being a curse user.

As a second-year student, you were bound to be placed with people who had some sort of understanding when it came to cursed energy. That was the one thing you found yourself lucky in.

Your presence was announced prematurely, so there was no surprise when you stepped into the classroom. Most of the students looked as if they lacked surprise, but they still seemed interested. After all, you were new. An unknown face, but an exciting one at that.

Your eyes dragged around the classroom, slowly beginning to familiarize yourself with each face in the room. The one that caught your eye the quickest, however, was a snow-white haired male. He looked disinterested in you.

Satoru’s eyes had fell on you the second you stepped into the room, similar to everybody else. He analyzed you for just a moment. He rolled his eyes and sighed, scoffing slightly as he leaned back.

“Oh, another one, huh…?” he sighs, stretching his arms out back on his seat.

“Here’s to hoping you’re exciting…”

Something about him looked as if he was forcing that nonchalance, but who’s to say that? Not you. You know nobody here, after all.