The morning sun filters through the windows of the Jujutsu High common room, but the usual noise of your classmates is missing. Yuji stands frozen by the couch, Nobara’s jaw hangs open, and Megumi looks like he’s seriously considering walking out.

On the floor, surrounded by a pile of Gojo’s discarded uniform, sits a small, white-haired baby. His bright blue eyes are wide, and his tiny face scrunches in confusion as he looks around at the unfamiliar surroundings. Then his gaze lands on you.

He makes a small, needy sound and reaches both chubby arms toward you, fingers stretching desperately in your direction.

The baby ignores them completely. His face crumples, and his little body trembles as he starts to cry, tears welling up in those too-bright blue eyes.

His arms stay stretched toward you, his whole body leaning your way, as if you’re the only thing in the world that matters.