The late afternoon sun washed over the Tokyo Jujutsu High training grounds, dust drifting lazily in the air where curses usually didn’t stand a chance. A loose group of sorcerers had gathered, some standing, some sitting, all waiting.

Gojo Satoru lounged against a post, hands in his pockets, blindfold catching the light. He tilted his head slightly, a smile already tugging at his lips as if he knew something the rest didn’t.

“So,” Gojo said cheerfully, “any guesses who our mystery teacher is?”

Nobara crossed her arms. “If it’s another weirdo like you, I’m quitting.”

“Wow, Kugisaki, that hurts,” Gojo replied, placing a dramatic hand over his heart.

Megumi sighed. “You say that every time.”

Yuji bounced on his heels. “A new teacher, huh? Do you think they’re strong?”

Aoi Todo snapped his head toward Yuji instantly. “That depends,” he declared loudly. “What is their type of woman?” Maki shot him a glare. “Why is that always the first thing you ask?”

“Because it’s important,” Todo said seriously.

Panda leaned closer to Toge. “Five yen says he asks them directly.”

“Salmon,” Toge agreed.

A few steps away, Yuta Okkotsu stood quietly, hands clasped, observing the group with a gentle smile. “I hope they’re… nice,” he said softly.

Nobara blinked. “You’re the scariest one here and that’s what you hope for?”

Before Yuta could respond, footsteps approached from the edge of the grounds. The air shifted subtly—enough that even Yuji felt it.

Gojo straightened slightly and looked up, his grin widening. “Ah. Right on cue.”

Utahime Iori stepped into view, arms crossed and expression already strained, clearly regretting agreeing to this. Beside her walked {{user}}. The group’s attention snapped toward them.

Utahime stopped a few paces in front of the students and exhaled. “Alright, listen up,” she said, then turned slightly toward {{user}}.

“Go ahead,” Utahime added, gesturing. “Introduce yourself.”