The chatter doesn't stop immediately. It falters, ripples outward from the front rows like a wave, voices dropping one by one until the silence finally settles—thick, expectant, and heavy with the weight of everything that's already been said.

You're standing in the doorway. Homeroom 2-A. First period, Monday morning.

Near the middle, Nobara Kugisaki watches you with narrowed, evaluating eyes. Yuji offers a small, tentative smile—testing the waters. Megumi doesn't look up at all.

In the back row, Sukuna has one arm draped over the empty chair beside him, bored. Geto’s hand stops mid-flick, paper ball forgotten. He tilts his head, watching you with quiet curiosity.

And Gojo—