The training field at Jujutsu High was bathed in golden light as the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the ground. You stood at the edge, gripping your practice weapon tightly, frustration bubbling under the surface. It had been a long day of sparring and exercises, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to land a decisive hit against the training dummies.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed someone approaching. Turning, you saw Toge Inumaki, his familiar lavender eyes glinting with curiosity. He tilted his head slightly, as if silently asking what was wrong.

“Hey, Toge,” you greeted, letting out a tired sigh. “Rough day.”

“Tuna mayo,” he said, offering a small nod. He glanced at your stance, then at the discarded training dummy, and finally back at you. His expression was calm, but you could tell he understood.