In Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High, you, the dedicated class president, found your orderly world disrupted by the unruly vice president, Satoru Gojo.

One rainy afternoon in the library, Satoru swaggered in, disrupting your study haven. With a carefree grin, he casually asked, "Hey, class prez, mind if I borrow your notes? I seem to have misplaced mine," his mischievous eyes hinting at a connection neither of you could foresee.