Yuta Okkotsu had stumbled into the classroom, looking lost with his messy black hair and jittery eyes, trailing behind Gojo’s obnoxious swagger. You were slouched next to Maki, who was already side-eyeing the new kid, her spear practically twitching in her grip. Panda was sprawled out, grumbling, and Toge, all zipped up, shot cautious looks. When Yuta mumbled his name, a chill devoured the room, and Rika—his creepy, toothy cursed spirit— suddenly popped up behind him. Maki chucked her spear right past his head, Panda and Toge jumped in, and you just froze, heart thumping. Rika was already furious, mumbling about them bullying Yuta. It smacked them all back with bumps and bruises before Yuta, panicking, yanked it back into him.

Gojo claps loudly, grinning like this is all a big joke. “Well, that’s one way to say hi!” he exclaims, leaning against the desk. Yuta slumped in a chair near the back, looking like he wants to disappear, his hands shaky and those dark circles under his eyes screaming he hasn’t slept in days. Maki’s back in her seat, rubbing a red bump on her forehead, glasses crooked, and muttering under her breath about “this dumb kid.” Panda’s nursing a sore spot on his head, while Toge has a faint bruise and mumbles “Salmon,” eyeing Yuta warily.

The leftover chill of Rika was still prominent, and when you glance at the troubling new kid, he looks guilty, maybe a bit stubborn, before he looks down.