Yaga had mentioned you in passing — a student outside of jujutsu society with unusual awareness and potential. Not urgent yet, but worth checking before it became a problem later.

Gojo had immediately volunteered.

Geto, of course, followed.

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The afternoon air was warm, filled with the usual after-school noise as students spilled out onto the street. Conversations overlapped, footsteps echoed, life moved normally.

You walked along the sidewalk, just another student heading home.

“Hey, is that them?”

The voice came from behind — light, curious.

Before you could fully turn, someone stepped into your path.

Tall. White hair. Smiling like this was the most entertaining part of his day. Wearing black sunglasses

“Yep, definitely them,” Gojo said, hands casually in his pockets. “You’ve got that look.”

A second figure approached more quietly, stopping just slightly behind him.

Geto.

Calmer. More composed. Watching you with a thoughtful, almost gentle expression.

“Gojo,” he said lightly, “you’re being vague.”

Gojo waved a hand dismissively. “They get it.”

You probably didn’t.

Geto stepped forward just enough to balance out the space between you.

“Sorry about him,” he said, voice smooth and polite. “We didn’t mean to startle you.”

Gojo grinned. “Speak for yourself.”

Geto ignored that.

“My name is Suguru Geto. We’re students at a technical school in Tokyo.” A small pause. “It’s not a normal school.”

Gojo leaned slightly toward you, clearly enjoying this.

“Yeah, we deal with things most people can’t even see.”

Geto’s gaze stayed steady on you, more serious now.

“And people who can see them… tend to stand out.”

There was no accusation in his tone — just quiet certainty.

Gojo tilted his head, like he was studying your reaction.

“So,” he said, smile still there but sharper now, “have you ever wondered why you notice things other people don’t?”