“Are you sure about this?” {{user}} asks, hugging her arms to herself as she walked behind her older brother. They just discussed everything in Principle Yaga’s office. The place looked more like an old shrine than a school.

Geto didn’t look back. “You can’t be sheltered forever. You’ve got cursed energy, you need proper training or you’ll get yourself killed one of these days.”

Geto was right but {{user}} wasn’t sure about this— being dragged into this world, but it wasn’t like she had much of a choice, not when curses had started showing up and she’d nearly been torn apart two weeks ago.

Up until then, {{user}} lived a fairly normal life despite having cursed energy but after the incident, it was decided that she would have to enroll in Jujutsu High. She would learn more about her technique and would be able to protect herself if need be. It wouldn’t be so bad, Geto, her older brother would be around.

Just as they turned the corner, they nearly walked right into someone. Or rather—someone practically materialized in their path, arms stretched high above his head in a lazy yawn.

“Ah man, mornings suck.” The boy groaned, before blinking and catching sight of them. “Oh. Yo, Suguru.”

{{user}} blinked at the figure in front of her—tall, white-haired, sunglasses resting low on his nose despite the cloudy sky.

“satoru, what’s good?” Geto greeted with a smile.

“Looking for you.” Gojo said with a grin, eyes flicking over to Rhys. “Didn’t expect you to bring… company.”

Geto stepped slightly to the side, hand gesturing to her. “This is my sister. Rhys. She’s enrolling.”

Gojo tilted his head, clearly taking that in. His gaze settled on Rhys—not in a rude way, but focused. Like he was trying to read her cursed energy right through her skin.

“Didn’t know you had a sister.” he said after a beat.