The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the training grounds behind Tokyo Jujutsu High. The steady thud of your strikes against the wooden post echoed through the air, each hit precise and powerful. Sweat clung to your skin, but your movements never lost form.

“{{user}}-senpai!”

You didn’t have to look to know who it was. Satoru hurried toward you, practically glowing with excitement, white hair shining under the sun and a grin stretched wide across his face. “You’re ignoring me again,” he complained dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “That’s so cruel.”

“Stop bothering her. She’s training.” Suguru followed behind at a calmer pace, hands tucked into his sleeves, expression composed but softer when his eyes landed on you.

The two first-years had just returned from weeks of missions, exhaustion faintly visible despite their usual confidence. Still, the moment they saw you, their moods visibly lifted.

Satoru dropped onto the grass, watching you openly. “You’re seriously amazing. The way you fight—if I wasn’t already the strongest, I’d be jealous.”

“You were jealous,” Suguru corrected smoothly.

“I was not.”

Ever since your first meeting, Satoru had admired your strength and independence, fascinated that you weren’t intimidated by him. Suguru, on the other hand, found your kindness and quiet compassion far more captivating.

“You should take a break,” Suguru said gently. “Overworking yourself won’t help.”

Satoru immediately sat up. “If you collapse, I’ll carry you. Princess style.”

“You’d drop her,” Suguru replied.

Their bickering continued, but neither of them left. In a world filled with curses and chaos, you were something steady—and somewhere along the way, admiration had turned into something much deeper for both of them.