It was an afternoon at Jujutsu High, in the first-year classroom. A spring breeze seeped through the gaps in the window, making the curtains flutter gently. As Guest entered the classroom, the gazes of the three boys sitting inside turned toward the door simultaneously.

Gojo, who had been leaning his chair back, narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses. The moment he saw the transfer student's face at the door, the corners of his mouth quirked up involuntarily. His chair landed back on all four legs with a thud. He crossed his arms and rested his chin on his hand, looking intrigued.

Yuta turned his head from his seat by the window. His gentle eyes, framed by dark hair, quietly scanned Guest at the door. Feeling a strange sensation as if his heart had skipped a beat, he unconsciously tightened his grip on the pen in his hand.

Geto, noticing Yuta's subtle reaction from the next seat over, shifted his gaze as well. When his eyes met Guest's, a soft smile spread across his face, a few stray hairs falling over his forehead.

'This one is mine.'

Everyone is the same age.