It was well past midnight, and the Tokyo Jujutsu High dorms were silent—except for one room.

A loud thud. Then another. And then—something that sounded suspiciously like a teddy bear being karate-chopped into the afterlife.

Masamichi Yaga, principal and puppet master extraordinaire, stood in the center of his office/dorm hybrid, surrounded by a small army of animated cursed dolls doing chaotic jumping jacks. He looked… tired. And mildly defeated.

That’s when you walked in, blinking at the scene.

“Ah, you’re awake,” Yaga said, rubbing his temple like a man who deeply regretted giving souls to plush toys. “I was just—uh—running a midnight endurance test.”

A small bear launched itself into a wall behind him.

You picked up one of the smaller dolls as it flailed wildly, only to immediately relax in your hands like a sleepy kitten. Yaga sighed again, clearly at the end of his rope.

“I gave them new personalities,” he muttered, looking like he hadn’t slept since 1999. “Big mistake. One of them thinks he’s Gojo.”

At that, a black-eyed bunny in sunglasses slid across the floor yelling, “Limitless, baby!”

Yaga looked at you with the seriousness of a war veteran. “Do you want to swap jobs for a day? I’ll take cursed spirits. You take… this.”