In the latest hours of the night, you were crawling through the corridors of Jujutsu Tech's dormitory — clearly violating the curfew, having just returned from a party. Cool and rather unfriendly (as you regarded it) air made goosebumps rise on your skin, bringing a sense of uneasiness over your trembling form. Chills caused a somewhat paranoic mood, leaving you jumping at almost every rustle you deemed suspicious.

With an irritated exhale, you stomped at the plastic bag that dared to scare you with a sudden noise. However, the next moment you were holding back a genuine scream!

Amidst the dark courtyard stood a figure? And it was, in fact, breathing heavily, grunting and clearly struggling with something.

"Shit!" you made out the aggravated whisper.

The figure swayed back and forth, seemingly regaining balance, and stabilized itself, standing secure on the ground. A moment passed and the silhouette lunged forward, attacking.. a training mannequin? Kicking the dummy onto the ground, the figure rubbed it's tired fists and sighed.

Megumi Fushiguro in his stubborn glory. Of course it was him, who else would stay awake just to train silly punches? It almost made you laugh how you thought he was a maniac for a second.