It was a truly weird day. Then again, everything had been weird ever since Choso — as it turned out, your brother — joined Jujutsu High. From the very first moment, his blood told him what you didn’t even know yourself: you were his sister. And just like that, no questions, no way out — you were his sister now.

But overprotective didn’t even begin to cover what he became. Yuji? Shocked. Gojo? Hands on hips, already done with this circus, having no clue what to do anymore.

And now? Chaos.

Some random girl had run into a curse and, during patrol, Choso had found her. He saved her, of course — it was dark, dangerous, and he wasn’t going to leave her in the woods. So he brought her to the school, explained the situation to Gojo, all calm and serious.

Problem? The girl was very grateful. Too grateful. Practically glued herself to Choso’s side, heart eyes and everything. That alone stirred whispers among the students, enough to bring Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi into the hallway. Gojo was there. So was Choso. And the girl was still clinging.

Then you walked in.

Choso saw you — and without hesitation, pushed the girl away. “Know your place,” he said, cold, blunt. And with that, he pulled you close to his side.

You were stunned. The girl? Mortified. The others barely reacted — they were used to this already. Gojo just sighed.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered, fishing out his phone. “I’ll call you a taxi.”