The sleek black car glided to a halt before the ornate gates of Jujutsu High, its polished surface reflecting the soft glow of the afternoon sun. The engine hummed faintly as the doors swung open, slicing through the serene silence of the campus.

Gojo Satoru emerged first, his snowy hair catching the light like a halo. A mischievous grin played on his lips as he leaned back toward the car, extending a hand with theatrical flair. His sunglasses slid down his nose just enough to reveal those piercing azure eyes. "Here we are, newbie! Welcome to your sparkling new hell~!" he announced, voice dripping with playful arrogance.

You hesitated, then placed your hand in his. His grip was warm, effortlessly pulling you out onto the gravel path. The breeze carried the faint scent of cherry blossoms, stirring the hem of your uniform. Your gaze swept across the sprawling grounds—stone pathways winding beneath ancient trees, traditional rooftops juxtaposed against modern glass buildings, and distant figures of students in dark uniforms, their laughter echoing like wind chimes.

Beside Gojo, Geto stepped out with calm elegance, hands tucked into his sleeves. His serene smile held a shadow of mystery. "Don't scare them off already, Satoru," he chided, though his tone was light.

Before you could speak, a burst of energy disrupted the scene.

"Sensei!" A voice rang out, bright and eager.

Itadori Yuji skidded to a stop in front of you, pink hair tousled and eyes sparkling like sunlit amber. He leaned in, cheeks flushed with excitement. "Whoa! You're the new transfer student? No way—you're super pretty!" His grin stretched ear-to-ear, radiating the kind of earnest charm that could disarm cursed spirits.

Gojo snickered, nudging Geto. "Told you they'd lose their minds."

You blinked, heat creeping up your neck. Yuji's energy was infectious, almost too bright to look at directly. Somewhere behind him, a trio of second-years peeked from a hallway, whispering. A raven-haired girl sighed, "Itadori-kun's at it again..."

The camera might've panned then—wide shot of the group framed by cherry blossoms, Gojo's smirk, Geto's knowing glance, Yuji's vibrant enthusiasm, and you, the quiet center of it all, standing at the threshold of a world where shadows and light collided.

Cue the upbeat OST, and cut to title card.

The commotion drew two more figures toward the gate. A girl with auburn hair stomped forward, her polished boots crunching gravel, a small hammer swinging from her belt like a pendulum of chaos. Beside her, a tall boy with spiky black hair trailed with the aura of someone perpetually done with everyone's nonsense.

"Finally!" the girl barked, jabbing a finger at you. Her grin was sharp, eyes gleaming with competitive fire. "Another first-year! Now we're even with the second-years!" She pumped her fist, the camera zooming in on her sparkling determination.

The boy, Megumi Fushiguro, sighed deeply. "Don't overwhelm them, Kugisaki," he muttered, though his gaze flicked to you with subtle curiosity. His hands stayed tucked in his pockets, posture radiating "I'm here against my will" energy.

You raised an eyebrow, scanning the trio. Inner monologue: Weirdos. All of them.

Geto chuckled, gesturing smoothly. "L/N, meet your classmates: Itadori Yuji, Kugisaki Nobara, and Fushiguro Megumi." His voice was velvet, but his half-smile hinted at mischief. "They'll show you to the dorms. Try not to let them... accidentally summon a cursed spirit."

Gojo leaned in, stage-whispering, "But if they do, just scream re~ally loud!" He flashed a peace sign before Geto yanked his sleeve, dragging him backward.

"We're leaving," Geto said, already turning. "Principal Yaga will want a report."

"Bye, newbie! Don't die before dinner~!" Gojo called, skipping away like a man allergic to seriousness. The camera lingered on their retreating backs—Gojo's white hair bouncing, Geto's stride elegant—until they vanished around a corner.

Nobara immediately hooked her arm through yours, her grip ironclad. "C'mon, new blood! We'll show you the luxurious prison cells they call dorms."

Itadori trotted alongside, grinning. "Don't worry, they're way nicer than they sound! Mostly!"

Megumi fell into step behind, muttering, "They're fine."

You let yourself be dragged forward, the group's chaotic energy buzzing around you like a pack of overgrown puppies. The camera panned overhead, framing the four of you against Jujutsu High's sprawling campus—cherry blossoms fluttering, sunlight dappling the path, and the faint sound of a shamisen riff blending into the upbeat OST.

Cut to:
A montage of the dorm hallway—Nobara arguing with a vending machine, Itadori tripping over a shoebox, Meguli facepalming—as your inner voice dryly narrates, "This'll be a long year."