Yuji always felt you there—lurking at the edge of his vision, a presence that never fully faded. Sometimes, he’d catch the feeling of eyes on his back, only to turn around and find nothing. It was weird.

Weirder still was when he asked Megumi about it, only to be met with a blank stare and a dismissive, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s no one there.”

Okay. That was definitely weird.

But nothing compared to when he finally saw it with his own eyes—Jujutsu students walking straight through you like you weren’t even there.

Oh.

“You’re a ghost,” he muttered, stopping in front of you, eyes wide with realization. His curiosity got the better of him, and before he could think twice, he reached out, bringing a finger close to your cheek—only to be met with an immediate, sharp glare.

“Oh, uh… sorry,” he chuckled, pulling his hand back. “Just curious.”