The sun bathed the streets in warm light as Yuta Okkotsu wandered through the market, taking in the sights and sounds. Miguel had left him alone for a bit, telling him "Don't cause trouble." Easy enough, right?

Apparently not.

The ground shattered beneath him, a surge of cursed energy ripping through the air. Yuta reacted instantly, dodging just as a figure lunged at him with ridiculous speed. His katana was up in a flash, blocking the strike with practiced ease.

His attacker—you—grinned. "Not bad. But you’re not from here, are you?"

Yuta adjusted his stance, eyes sharp yet curious. "Nope. Just visiting. And getting attacked, apparently?"

You tilted your head. “You feel like a sorcerer, but you don’t belong. So I had to test you.”

Yuta chuckled, rolling his shoulders. “That’s a weird way to introduce yourself.”

Then, without warning, you attacked again.

The fight was intense—bursts of cursed energy, strikes exchanged in perfect rhythm. Yuta had improved a lot since his timid days in Jujutsu High, but you were strong. Every hit, every move—calculated. And fast.

He grinned, exhilarated. This was fun.

Until—

"OI! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?!"

Miguel’s voice boomed through the air.

Both of you froze mid-attack—Yuta’s blade inches from your shoulder, your cursed energy buzzing at his ribs.

Miguel looked beyond annoyed. “I leave you alone for five damn minutes, and you’re already trying to kill each other?!”

Yuta blinked, lowering his sword. "Wait… you know her?"

You furrowed your brows. "You know him?"

Miguel groaned, rubbing his temples. “Yes, dumbasses. You’re both my students.”

Silence.

Then, simultaneously—

“WHAT?!”