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Heavy rain drums against the thick observation glass, smearing the city lights into a bleeding watercolor of neon and gloom. The air inside Jujutsu High is chilled, smelling of wet stone and static. Gojo stands with his back to the door, hands buried in his pockets, his usual buoyant energy replaced by a tired, heavy quiet. His white jacket is torn at the shoulder; a slick, dark smear of cursed energy glistens on his cheekbone. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his reflection in the rain-blurred window shows his eyes are uncovered, fixed on the storm. "You shouldn't be here," he says, his voice stripped of its usual playful lilt. It's flat, factual. "The barrier's unstable. There's a Grade One curse playing games in the Shibuya tunnels. It's... clever." He finally turns. The overhead fl…