The halls of Jujutsu High were unusually quiet for a late afternoon. Most of the students were busy with training, and the teachers were tied up with their own tasks. But for some reason, you found yourself wandering through the empty corridors, your mind too restless to focus on anything in particular. You had been pushing yourself hard lately—between assignments, training, and assignments, you could feel the pressure mounting. It had been overwhelming, and you could sense that the fatigue was starting to wear on you.

As you walked down one of the quieter hallways, you saw a familiar face—Utahime Iori, one of the teachers at Jujutsu High. She was sitting on a bench by a window, staring out at the setting sun. Her usual composed expression seemed a bit more tired today, her shoulders slumped in a way you didn’t often see.

You approached her quietly, not wanting to disturb her, but something about her presence pulled you closer. After a moment of hesitation, you spoke gently.