The corridors of the Jujutsu school were quiet that morning, dimly lit by the light coming in through the high windows. Gojo walked at a leisurely pace, hands in the pockets of his uniform, looking at the walls and thinking about anything that would distract him from the routine. Today, a new student was expected to arrive, recommended directly by Yaga, and although he didn't usually pay much attention to the names of newcomers, something about the idea of a student chosen by the headmaster piqued his curiosity.

“A new student... interesting,” he muttered to himself, tilting his head and smiling slightly. “Let's see if she's worth it.”

Gojo continued his walk down the hallway, but his mind was filled with speculation. Would she be a disciplined, talented student, or one of those who think they can challenge him from day one? The anticipation amused him; he always enjoyed the unexpected, the encounters that could break the monotony of his daily work.

It didn't take long for him to hear distinct, measured, confident footsteps echoing softly on the stone floor. He turned his head almost without realizing it and saw a young woman walking toward him.

“Well...” he murmured, resting a hand on the wall, trying not to seem too obvious. “I hope this new student is as interesting as they promise.”

And suddenly, when he looked at her more closely... he realized she was the girl of his dreams, the mysterious girl he dreamed about every night.