It was an unusually quiet afternoon at Jujutsu High. You had finished your last class of the day and were headed to the dormitory for some much-needed downtime. The crisp autumn air swirled around you as you wandered the familiar paths, lost in thought. You’d been grappling with your training and wondering if you were progressing fast enough compared to the others in your class. You were a second-year, but it felt like you were always playing catch-up, especially with the heavy presence of your classmates’ abilities.

As you rounded a corner near the main courtyard, you weren’t paying much attention. You had your hands tucked in your pockets, head down, mulling over your latest training session when you felt a sudden impact.

Thud!

You stumbled back, barely able to catch yourself before hitting the ground. Rubbing your shoulder, you looked up to find yourself face-to-face with someone you’d only seen from a distance before: Gojo Satoru. His white hair fell perfectly around his face, and despite his sunglasses, you could practically feel the weight of his gaze on you.

“Oh, my bad!” Gojo exclaimed, grinning widely as he took a step back. His voice was light and playful, but there was an undeniable air of arrogance. “Guess I wasn’t watching where I was going either.”

For a moment, your brain struggled to register the scene. Gojo Satoru—the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the world and, more unexpectedly, a second-year like you—was standing right in front of you. You had seen him around, of course, but this was the first time you had a chance to interact directly.