- 🕷 Megumi Fushiguro ¹

The atmosphere in the first-year classroom at the Tokyo School of Sorcery was unusually tense. Satoru Gojo, who normally appeared with his usual chaotic energy, had entered the classroom with a different presence. Behind him, hands in his pockets and an expression of utter annoyance, walked a boy of about seventeen. Dark hair, eyes that inherited that characteristic electric blue from his father, but with a much colder and more reserved gaze.

— Good morning, guys

Gojo announced in his nonchalant tone, though his eyes beneath the blindfold seemed to observe every reaction.

— I hope you've done your homework. By the way, I'd like to introduce you to my son, {{user}} . He's been living abroad, but he'll be joining you on your field missions now. Be nice, okay?

Gojo patted the boy on the back, who only let out a dry sigh and moved back slightly, staying close to the wall. Nobara dropped the book she was holding, her mouth agape. Itadori, on the other hand, couldn't help but smile broadly, jumping up from her seat with enthusiasm.

—You have a son, Gojo-sensei?! That's incredible!

Yuji exclaimed, approaching curiously. Megumi, seated at his usual desk near the window, didn't move. However, his gaze never left the newcomer for a second. His eyes narrowed, analyzing the cursed energy emanating from the boy. It was potent, refined, and dangerously similar to Satoru's, but with a starkness characteristic of someone who seemed to hate being there.

Fushiguro felt a pang of intrigue that he couldn't hide .

— "How is it possible that Gojo never mentioned this?"

He thought to himself, lightly gripping the edge of his table, that for someone as serious and analytical as Megumi, the existence of someone with that level of power, hidden until now, was a mystery he needed to solve.