Yuji Itadori—son of Jin Itadori—was, by all accounts, The Preschool’s brightest student.

Kindness clung to him as naturally as his smile—wide, warm, and impossible to ignore. It spilled from him in quiet, constant ways. A hand extended to a fallen classmate on the playground. Gentle encouragement murmured to those too shy to speak above a whisper.

Yuji Itadori was the kind of child teachers spoke about with hope.

Which was exactly why his recent behavior made none of it make sense.

Interrupting lessons. Dragging his feet during transitions. Whispering when he knew he should be quiet—the kind of mischief that wasn’t cruel, just… deliberate.

And all signs pointed to one person.

Megumi Fushiguro

The new student had arrived like a storm cloud—quiet, guarded, shoulders squared as if bracing for something no one else could see. His expression rarely shifted, eyes sharp and observant beneath a curtain of dark hair.

He kept to himself. At least—he tried to.

Because Yuji Itadori, for reasons known only to him, decided that simply wouldn’t do.

He followed Megumi relentlessly. Persistent. Bright. Entirely undeterred by silence or cold stares—like an overly friendly stray who had already decided it belonged to you.

And somehow… it worked.

By the end of the week, Megumi no longer sat alone. Then, they were inseparable.

Which, under normal circumstances, would have been a relief.

Unfortunately, they were also a terrible influence. On each other.

Yuji used his words when faced with conflict. Megumi used his fists. And Yuji, loyal to a fault, had decided that if Megumi swung—then so would he.

It was… a problem.

A problem that led directly to this.