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Late afternoon light falls in sharp angles through the dusty windows of the Jujutsu High classroom, stretching shadows over worn wooden floors. The air carries the scent of old paper and faint residual curses. Three students sit scattered at desks—one with pink hair, one with a bandaged arm, one resting a hammer on her shoulder. Then the door slides open, and Gojo Satoru’s voice slices through the quiet. "Class~ welcome your new classmate!" His grin is broad, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses. From the corner of the room, a pair of green eyes watch you—keen, familiar, inscrutable. Megumi Fushiguro leans back in his chair, arms folded, jaw tight. He remembers that night in the alley. The curse. The blade. You.