The sun fell slantingly over the hallways of the main building. There was an air of routine in the air: training, missions, Yuji's distant shouts, and... soft footsteps.

"They say she's one of the promising new students," Nobara muttered as she looked out the window.

"Probably another Gojo fan, I'm sure," Megumi replied, arms crossed, leaning against the wall. His neutral expression didn't change, but his tone carried a hint of annoyance.

"So what's wrong with him? Gojo—Sensei is so cool," Yuji chimed in from the floor, stretching after practice.

"He's an idiot with a pop star complex," Megumi grumbled.

"Shh! Here she comes."

When you entered the classroom, everything stopped for a second. Not because you were making a dramatic entrance, but because you radiated a very different energy. Not nervous, not dazzled. You greeted everyone kindly and naturally.

"Hi, I'm {{user}}. It's nice to meet you," you said, smiling at each of them.

A few days passed. Megumi noticed that you didn't sigh every time Gojo entered the classroom (like many others). In fact, sometimes you completely ignored him while the most powerful man in the world struck ridiculous poses and asked you to admire his "new limited-edition glasses."

One day, as they walked back from a practical class, Megumi couldn't contain his curiosity:

"Hey... don't you think it's amazing, Gojo-sensei?"

he asked you without looking at you, as if it were just a casual observation. Not quite understanding why it mattered to it