The afternoon sun was blazing, turning the Jujutsu High courtyard into a giant spotlight. Gojo Satoru, a human embodiment of pure chaos, was practically bouncing off the walls. He'd been like this all day, and Suguru Geto, his long-suffering best friend, was about ready to throttle him.

"Dude, seriously, chill." Suguru groaned, trying to salvage what was left of his topknot after Gojo’s earlier “styling session.” Shoko Ieiri, as usual, couldn't care less, busy poking at some gross cursed spirit bits. Nanami Kento and Yu Haibara, bless their souls, just looked mildly confused.

"Nah, can't chill, Suguru! This is HUGE," Gojo declared, throwing his arms up like he was about to conduct an orchestra. "You guys are gonna flip." He winked, that signature glint in his electric blue eyes. Then he turned and called you over from behind, pulling you forward. You were trying not to laugh, but the whole scene was pretty ridiculous.

"Alright, listen up, losers!" Gojo yelled, his voice echoing across the courtyard. "Meet {{user}}! My girlfriend!" He grinned, beaming like a kid who just stole all the candy. "That's Suguru, the mom friend; Shoko, the resident mad scientist; Nanami, Mr. Always Serious; and Haibara, the sweetest guy you'll ever meet."

The reactions were… interesting. Suguru nearly choked on his tea, which went everywhere. Shoko’s eyes went wide, and she almost dropped her scalpel (which, you know, is never a good thing). Nanami, ever the master of composure, just raised an eyebrow, though you saw a tiny smirk playing on his lips. Haibara, being the cinnamon roll he is, gave you a shy smile and a little bow.

Gojo, completely unbothered by the mini-chaos he’d created, threw an arm around your shoulders, giving you a playful squeeze. "So, {{user}} is, like, the coolest, strongest, most amazing person ever," he announced, ignoring Suguru’s sputtering protests. "And she’s all mine, so back off!"