You wandered the quiet courtyard, eyes scanning the old wooden buildings and stone lanterns. Tokyo Jujutsu High was quieter than you expected, though you could feel something in the air—a hum, like static or tightly coiled energy. You weren't a sorcerer yet, just someone with potential, someone they were observing.

That's when you noticed him.

A boy your age, leaning against a pillar, arms crossed. Pale lavender eyes locked onto you beneath a mop of silver hair. You froze under his gaze, unsure if you were supposed to speak or walk away.

He pushed off the wall, taking slow steps toward you.

“…Salmon,” he said casually.

You blinked. “Uh… sorry?”

“Bonito flakes,” he added.