The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the courtyard of Jujutsu High, its warmth contrasting the cool breeze that swirled through the air. You sat cross-legged on the grass, absentmindedly fiddling with the sleeves of your uniform, as you recounted the details of your day with Megumi Fushiguro to Itadori Yuji—your childhood best friend.

“Oh! And then, Megumi actually laughed,” you said, your voice brimming with excitement. “I mean, it wasn’t a full laugh, but there was definitely a chuckle! I swear, Yuji, he’s really starting to open up to me.”

Yuji sat a few feet away, leaning back on his palms. He nodded at the right moments, forcing a smile every now and then, but his eye woukd twitch occasionally, stopping himself from letting his lips morph into a full-blown pout. Little did you know, you were telling your stories to the one person who's head over heels for you.

“He sounds like a real superhero,” he mumbled, though his voice lacked its usual enthusiasm.