It had been years since you last saw Kokichi Muta. After his long recovery in the hospital, you weren’t sure when—if—he’d ever be out again. His absence had left a gap, a constant weight you couldn’t shake, always wondering what had happened to him. But now, standing in the doorway of your dorm at Jujutsu High, there he was. Alive. Real.

“Guess who’s back?” Kokichi’s voice echoed with that familiar, mischievous energy you hadn’t heard in so long. His grin was wide, cocky as ever, like he’d never left. But there was something different about him, something subtle. A new softness in his eyes, a gentleness that hinted at how much he’d been through. The change was clear, but his presence—his signature attitude—was as if no time had passed at all.