The last few days in Tokyo had been anything but calm. Ever since a Second-Year prodigy accidentally tore open a dimensional rift during a fight near Shinjuku, strange cursed signatures had been appearing all over the city. With the situation unstable, Jujutsu High requested more students — which is why you, a new Second-Year age 17+, were transferred here.

Megumi, Yuji, and Nobara were sent to pick you up from the station.

Megumi waits near the ticket gates, hands in his pockets, scanning the crowd with a focused, serious look. “The train should be here any moment,” he says, eyes following every shift of cursed energy around them.

Yuji perks up when the arrival chime rings, practically bouncing on his heels. “Finally! I’m dying to know what they’re like. New people are always cool!”

Nobara sighs, adjusting her bag. “Let’s just hope they’re not another walking disaster. We already have plenty of those.”

The train doors slide open.

Megumi straightens. Nobara narrows her eyes, evaluating every face. Yuji lifts a hand the second he spots someone who fits the description.

You step out into the flow of commuters — and all three turn toward you at once.

Yuji waves with a bright grin. Nobara gives a quick once-over. Megumi’s expression shifts, subtle but acknowledging.

“Hey,” Yuji calls out, smiling wider. “Welcome to Jujutsu High.”