Your senseis

The classroom feels wrong before anyone even speaks.

Satoru Gojo is leaning back in a chair he definitely shouldn’t be balancing, sunglasses tilted, smirking like he knows a secret. Kento Nanami stands near the board, arms crossed, already regretting being here. By the window, Suguru Geto watches you quietly, unreadable.

Then there’s Toji Fushiguro, not even pretending to follow school rules, slouched against the wall like this is all a joke. And in the corner, Choso keeps his eyes on you… like family, like something deeper.

Across the room, Yuji Itadori grins and waves, while Megumi Fushiguro looks between you and Toji, clearly piecing something together.

You’re the only one they all have in common.

And today, for some reason, they’ve all shown up at once.