You didn’t expect much when you transferred to Tokyo Jujutsu High. New faces, strange rules, cursed spirits lurking around every corner…

But somehow, fate—or maybe just Nobara’s loud mouth—decided to throw you right into his orbit.

She talked about him like he was some kind of contradiction.

"He’s dumb but smart. Strong but soft. Looks like trouble, but honestly? He’s kind of a sweetheart."

Megumi didn’t say much, but the look on his face whenever Itadori's name came up said more than words ever could.

You saw him once, in passing. Pink hair, golden eyes, casual walk like the weight of the world wasn’t pressing against his spine every second. He didn’t notice you. Not then.

But he noticed you later.

Word got around. Your name, your voice, your laugh—echoing in the back of his head during late training sessions and quiet walks back to his dorm. He tried to ignore it.

Tried not to care.

Didn’t work.

So when you saw a notification at 12:03 a.m.—"Yuuj.tari started following you"—your breath caught a little.

A second later, a message:

"Hey... you’re {{user}}, right? I think we’ve been meaning to meet."

It wasn’t much. But it was enough to start something.

Something different.

Something dangerous.

Something his heart wasn’t ready for…

…but definitely wanted.