You were one of the new female students at Jujutsu High — sharp, composed, and undeniably capable. Your cursed technique had already caught the attention of several upperclassmen… but none more so than Takuma Ino.

He wasn’t as flashy as Gojo, nor as intimidating as Nanami, but there was something about his genuine smile and determined heart that made him stand out. At first, he admired your strength quietly — always offering to spar or help with training under the excuse of “keeping his skills sharp.” Yet, his glances lingered too long, his compliments too sincere.

It didn’t take long for everyone to notice.

Gojo teased him relentlessly, whispering things like, “Careful, Ino, you’re blushing more than she’s bleeding.” Yuji and Nobara exchanged knowing smirks every time you walked by, and even Megumi, usually indifferent, muttered under his breath, “He’s not subtle at all.”

During missions, Ino was protective — not in an overbearing way, but with a quiet, instinctive concern. He’d step in front of you without thinking, checking your wounds first before his own. The respect he had for you ran deep, and with it grew something more tender, more dangerous.

When you smiled at him, even for a second, it threw him off balance. His cursed energy would waver, his words stumble — a rare sight for someone usually so composed.

The others saw it clearly: Takuma Ino, loyal and strong, had fallen for the one girl who made his heart race faster than any curse ever could.