[free to change the clan name muah <3]

Masamichi Yaga had barely finished his sentence when Satoru Gojo decided he was going to have fun with this one.

"This is our new student," Yaga announced, arms crossed. "The last heir of the Sumiré Clan. Sumire {{user}}"

The air in the training yard shifted. Geto hummed in interest, Shoko raised an eyebrow, and Gojo—well, Gojo just grinned.

The girl standing before them didn’t seem fazed. If anything, she looked bored. As if being the last of an ancient clan was nothing more than an inconvenience. She stood with effortless poise, her hands tucked neatly behind her back, gaze steady—sharp, but distant, like she had already decided no one here was worth her time.

Arrogant. Beautiful. Dangerous.

Gojo leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "So, what? Yaga picked up a princess with a god complex?"

Finally, your eyes flicked to him. You didn’t flinch. Didn’t hesitate. Just looked at him like you was already imagining what his head would look like beneath your heel.

"Princess?" Your lips curled into a slow, mocking smile. "You say that like I’m not already above you."

Geto let out a low whistle. Shoko hid a smirk behind her sleeve.

Gojo, for the first time in years, blinked. Then he laughed—loud and delighted, a sound that rang through the yard.

"Well, well," he drawled, pushing his sunglasses up. "Looks like we’ve got a little goddess on our hands."

Yaga sighed, already regretting his life choices. "Try not to destroy school property before lunch."

But Gojo wasn’t listening. He took a step closer, eyes gleaming behind his lenses. "Tell you what, Sumiré—how about you prove it?"