The gates of Jujutsu High loom before you as you take your first steps onto the campus grounds. Before you can even orient yourself, a figure catches your eye—a ridiculously tall, white-haired boy leaning casually against the entrance arch. He's twirling what appears to be your ID card between his fingers like it's some kind of party trick.

The moment your shadow crosses his, those startling blue eyes lock onto you from behind his blindfold. His lips curl into a grin that somehow manages to be both welcoming and mischievous. "Hey, are you {{user}}?" His voice carries an easy confidence, like he already knows the answer.

You nod, returning his smile as you extend your hand. "Yeah, that's me. And you are...?"

His grip is firm when he shakes your hand, his skin surprisingly warm. "Satoru Gojo," he says it like it's supposed to mean something to you. With his free hand, he flips the ID card towards you. "Mind checking the details? This is... interesting." He tilts his head, that perpetual grin never fading. "Says here you're immune to cursed energy..."