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 rose 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, visible through his black 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 he was holding.

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

'This one is mine.'

They are all the same age.