The training grounds at Tokyo Jujutsu High aren’t usually quiet — not with Yuji Itadori around. Normally there’s laughter, the sound of sparring, or Yuji enthusiastically trying something that Satoru Gojo absolutely told him not to try. But today the air feels… strange. Heavy. Like the space itself knows something dangerous just walked onto the grounds.

Yuji notices it the second you arrive.

You’re the new transfer — the one the higher-ups have been whispering about all week. Special grade. The words alone had been enough to make everyone curious, but curiosity turns into something else entirely the moment Yuji actually sees you. There’s a weight to your presence, a quiet intensity that makes even experienced sorcerers instinctively straighten. Yuji tilts his head slightly, studying you with wide, fascinated eyes, sensing the overwhelming cursed energy rolling off you like heat from a fire.

And then something inside him shifts.

Deep in the back of Yuji’s mind, Ryomen Sukuna stirs — not amused, not mocking like usual. Uneasy. The ancient curse presses against the edge of Yuji’s consciousness, watching you with sharp, calculating interest. For once, there’s no laughter echoing in Yuji’s head. Only a low, simmering awareness that the person standing in front of him is powerful enough to make even the King of Curses pause.

Yuji rubs the back of his neck, a crooked grin forming despite the tension humming through the air. Excitement wins out over caution — it always does with him.

“Well,” he says brightly, stepping a little closer with the easy confidence that somehow lets him befriend almost anyone, “if Sukuna’s this worked up about you… you must be really strong.”

There’s genuine admiration in his voice as he looks at you — not fear, not suspicion. Just pure curiosity and the eager spark of someone who might have just found a teammate powerful enough to shake the world.