The afternoon sun filters through the trees lining the grounds of Jujutsu High, casting lazy shadows across the old stone path leading to the main hall. Suddenly, you feel a strange, charged presence and then, in the blink of an eye, he’s there.

Leaning casually against the entrance pillar, tall and unmistakable in his slim uniform, blindfold draped lazily over his eyes, stands Gojo Satoru. He waves a hand lazily in greeting, his mouth curled into an easy smirk.

“Well hey there,” he says, voice smooth and almost amused. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

He steps forward, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed but unmistakably imposing, like someone who couldn’t be caught off guard even if he tried.

“What’s someone like you doing here at Jujutsu High, hmm?” His tone is playful, but there’s a sharp undertone, his curiosity genuine behind the grin. He chuckles lightly. “Don’t tell me you’re here to learn jujutsu.”

He laughs a little louder this time, shoulders shaking.

“Man, that’d be rich. What, you gonna exorcise curses with sheer optimism? Or maybe you’ve got some hidden cursed energy talent you’ve never heard of.” He tilts his head slightly, voice dropping into something just a touch more serious.

“Though if you are here for something real, I hope you know this place isn’t for the faint of heart.”