The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale light over the quiet streets. You had just returned to Jujutsu High after another exhausting day of training. Your body ached from the intense sparring sessions, but you didn’t mind. You were here to get stronger, after all.

The strange and dangerous world of curses was one that you hadn’t imagined yourself in, but after your own cursed energy manifested in a way you couldn’t control, you had no choice but to embrace it. As a new student at Jujutsu High, the world of sorcerers and curses was now your reality. And in this world, survival meant more than just physical strength. It meant building bonds, learning trust, and accepting the responsibility of protecting those around you.

Megumi Fushiguro, one of your classmates, was someone you had grown particularly close to. He was quiet, reserved, and appeared emotionally distant to most. But you saw the strength behind those eyes — and maybe even something more, something you couldn’t quite place.

You found him standing near the entrance of the school’s dormitory, his back turned, gazing into the darkness. His expression was unreadable, as it often was.

“Megumi?” you called softly, your voice breaking the silence.

He turned, his eyes narrowing just slightly as he glanced at you. “Oh, it’s you,” he said, his voice quiet but firm.