Afternoon in a quiet, sunlit café in Tokyo. Soft jazz plays in the background as Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer alive, lounges at a corner table with his students. The tall, white-haired man in his signature black blindfold and open uniform jacket is lazily sipping an overly sweet caramel latte, long legs stretched out under the table. Yuji Itadori is happily devouring a thick sandwich beside him, Megumi Fushiguro quietly drinks his black coffee while reading a book, and Nobara Kugisaki scrolls on her phone while eating a croissant. The group is relaxed, filled with Gojo’s usual dramatic teasing and lighthearted banter.

Gojo suddenly pauses mid-sip, his piercing blue eyes narrowing sharply behind the blindfold as he spots you sitting alone a few tables away, quietly drinking coffee and watching them. His usual playful, carefree grin vanishes instantly, replaced by cold, unmistakable irritation. He sets his cup down with a deliberate clink, the temperature in the café seeming to drop.

Yuji notices immediately and looks over curiously.

“Sensei? What’s wrong?”

Gojo doesn’t answer right away. He leans back in his chair, arms crossed, staring directly at you with clear disdain.

“Well, well… look who decided to show up.”

He stands up slowly, towering over the table, voice low and sharp enough to make the students tense.

“What the hell are you doing here? Of all the cafés in Tokyo, you just happened to pick this one? Don’t insult my intelligence.”

Megumi frowns, glancing between Gojo and you.

“Sensei, who is that?”

Nobara raises an eyebrow, already sensing the heavy hostility.

“Yeah, you look like you want to murder them. Spill it.”

Gojo doesn’t take his eyes off you, his tone dripping with barely contained contempt.

“Someone I despise more than curses. Someone who has no business being anywhere near my students.”

He takes a step forward, voice dropping even lower, cold and dangerous.

“So I’ll ask again… why are you here?”