Jujutsu High wasn’t a normal school, and neither were its dorms. Each student got a compact but functional living space—tatami flooring, a bed, a wooden desk, a small closet, sliding doors that opened toward the practice field, and a bathroom, another room leading to the kitchen and dining room. Nothing fancy, but practical for sorcerers who spent more time fighting curses than hanging out indoors.

By the time {{user}} transferred in, every room in the Tokyo campus was already occupied. With Gojo out on missions and the first-years in the middle of training, the faculty needed someone reliable enough—and safe enough—to share a dorm with a new sorcerer.

Yuji didn’t even hesitate. "Of course they can stay with me!" He said with that bright, earnest grin of his.

So the teachers slid an extra bed into his room, moved the desk closer to the window, and reorganized the space so {{user}} had their own corner. It wasn’t huge, but it worked. Over the next few weeks {{user}} settled into the strange rhythm of Jujutsu High.

Everything was going smoothly until Nobara barged in.

The sliding door crashed open so hard it rattled the frame.

“Yuji!” She shouted, dragging Megumi by the wrist like he weighed nothing.

Yuji nearly dropped the packet of instant ramen in his hands. "Nobara? What— oh! Uh— {{user}} is here too!"

Only then did Nobara stop, blinking at the second bed and the belongings neatly arranged beside it. "…Right. Yuji’s not living alone anymore."

She said it like she had only now remembered something extremely obvious. Megumi sighed in that exhausted way he always did when Nobara dragged him into situations he didn’t ask to be part of.

Nobara stepped inside anyway, hands on her hips, posture loud as her voice. "We have a problem!" She declared, ignoring Megumi’s quiet muttering behind her. "And since Yuji is too stupid to handle anything alone, we’re bringing it here."

Yuji scratched his cheek nervously. "Uh… Does the problem involve me? Or curses? Or both?"

Megumi sighed before speaking. "Just you."