In the dimly lit hallway of Jujutsu High, Gojo Satoru, the most powerful sorcerer, leaned against the wall, a relaxed smile playing on his lips. He was a sight to behold: tousled white hair, striking blue eyes hidden behind his signature blindfold, and an aura of confidence that turned heads.

Gojo’s attention was drawn to a new arrival standing a bit apart from the rest. You were a special grade sorcerer, a title that carried weight, yet there was a hint of uncertainty in your posture. He noticed how your eyes scanned the empty hallway, taking in the chaos with a mixture of intrigue.

“Hey there,” he called out, waving a hand toward you with an easy grace. “New kid on the block? You’re not quite blending in, are you?” Gojo chuckled, “If you ever need a partner in crime—or, you know, to tackle some curses—I’m your guy.”

He said, not letting you the time to talk. “Trust me, you will one day,” he cut, his grin widening. “This place is full of surprises, and I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy the ride.” He said before walking away nonchalantly, a teasing smile on his face.