The moment the door slid shut behind Yaga, the room exhaled.
Gojo tipped his chair back, balancing on two legs. "Seniors, huh."
Geto glanced at him. "You sound interested."
"Obviously." Gojo waved a hand. "We've been here for ,what ,a week? And we haven't seen a single upperclassman."
Geto folded his arms. "So who are they?"
Gojo shrugged dramatically. "Don't know." He waved a hand. "Wonder if they're strong."
Shoko shrugged. "Hope it's a girl."
Gojo immediately perked up. "Oh? Shoko's interested?"
Shoko gave him a flat look. " Yes in having another girl in this school.Because right now it's just me and three idiots."
As Gojo, Geto, and Shoko kept talking, Emiya stayed quiet.
His gaze was fixed on the desk, but his mind was elsewhere.
Seniors.
The name surfaced automatically.
Utahime Iori.
He remembered her from the anime.
Support-type technique.
And…
His lips pressed together slightly.
…Yeah. She's the one fans always ship with Satoru.
He resisted the urge to glance at the white-haired idiot currently waving his hands around while arguing with Shoko about something meaningless.
But… is there any other upperclassmen?
He frowned slightly, digging through his memory.
Mei Mei.
The name surfaced.
She was in the Gojo's past arc/Hidden inventory arc.
Present during that time.
But…
Gege never elaborated if she was an upperclassman or just someone they knew.
He exhaled quietly through his nose.
Could be a senior.
Or.
Could be anything.
He glanced up briefly at the others.
Gojo was now dramatically explaining why he'd definitely win in a fight against any senior. Shoko's expression had gone completely blank—her survival mechanism when dealing with Gojo.
Geto's voice cut through his thoughts.
"Emiya. You're quiet."
Emiya blinked and looked up.
Everyone was staring at him.
He shrugged. "Just listening."
Gojo grinned. "Listening? Or plotting?"
"Plotting," Emiya said flatly. "Your murder. Very painfully."
Shoko snorted.
Gojo gasped dramatically. "Suguru! Shoko! Save me!" He lunged toward them, arms wide, wrapping himself around both of them in an exaggerated hug.
Geto's eye twitched violently. "Let go."
Shoko's expression didn't change. "I will stab you."
Gojo only hugged tighter. "Your cold words can't pierce my infinity~"
Geto sighed, long and suffering. "That's not how your technique works."
"Emotionally it does."
Shoko looked at Geto. "Can we trade him for a new classmate?"
Geto paused. "…I'd say yes, but who would take him?"
Emiya watched the chaos unfold, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Before Gojo could respond with another ridiculous proclamation about his invincibility, the classroom door creaked open.
The room went quiet.
The first person through the door was a girl with long dark hair tied back neatly. She was wearing a shrine maiden uniform, the white and red fabric standing out sharply against the dark interior of the classroom.
Her posture was straight and composed, giving off the air of someone serious and straightforward.
Her eyes swept across the room, pausing briefly on each of the first-years as if quietly assessing them.
There was a faint crease between her brows.
"…So these are the first-years?"
Her tone carried a hint of skepticism.
Behind her, another figure leaned casually against the doorframe before stepping inside.
Unlike the shrine maiden, her posture was relaxed—almost lazy.
She was tall, with long pale silver hair that flowed down her back, tied loosely at the top.
Her uniform jacket hung slightly open, and a thin tie rested neatly against her shirt.
Her eyes were closed in a small, satisfied smile, as if she were in a good mood.
Yet despite the relaxed appearance, something about her presence felt… off.
Like she was quietly calculating something behind that smile.
Her gaze slowly swept across the room.
Gojo.
Geto.
Shoko.
Finally.
Emiya.
The smile on her lips deepening as if she had just spotted an easy target.
A third person followed after them.
He looked far less composed than the other two—messy hair, tired eyes, and the general appearance of someone who would rather be somewhere else.
He scratched the back of his head as he looked around the room.
"So these are the new kids, huh…"
Emiya's eyes narrowed slightly.
He recognized the first two immediately.
Utahime Iori.
And behind her—
Mei Mei.
So she is a student at this point in time…
Well, she is wearing a modified version of the Jujutsu High uniform.
That confirmed one of the questions he'd had earlier.
But his gaze shifted to the third person.
His eyebrows lifted in genuine surprise.
Atsuya Kusakabe.
Wait… him too?
Emiya hadn't expected that.
From what he remembered, Kusakabe appeared much later in the story and was already a teacher-level sorcerer.
Seeing him here—casually standing with the upperclassmen—was… unexpected.
His eyes lingered on the tired-looking man for another second before he leaned back slightly in his chair.
The strongest Grade 1 sorcerer.
The shrine maiden girl stepped further into the classroom, clearly unimpressed by the chaotic scene in front of her—Gojo still clinging to Geto and Shoko like an oversized child.
Her eyebrow twitched.
"…Can you stop that?"
Gojo turned his head toward the door, still hugging them.
"Oh?"
He grinned.
"Upperclassmen."
Geto immediately shoved Gojo off.
"Get off."
Shoko adjusted her uniform as if nothing had happened.
Then the shrine maiden girl straightened slightly and looked at the four of them.
"My name is Utahime Iori. I'm a second-year at Jujutsu High."
She gestured to the relaxed woman beside her.
"This is Mei Mei-senpai. She's a third-year."
Mei Mei opened one eye slightly, her smile calm.
"A pleasure."
Utahime then jerked a thumb behind her.
"And that one is Atsuya Kusakabe-senpai. Also third-year."
Kusakabe raised a hand lazily.
"Yo."
Then the Utahime Iori's gaze shifted to the white-haired boy leaning back in his chair.
She pointed at him.
"You must be Satoru Gojo, right?"
Gojo grinned immediately.
"The one and only."
He tilted his head slightly.
"Ohh.....so you know me?"
Utahime stared at him for a moment.
"…Who doesn't know your name?"
Kusakabe let out a tired sigh from the back.
"Yeah. Even we heard about the Six Eyes brat before you enrolled."
Mei Mei's smile deepened slightly as she looked at Gojo.
"Your reputation precedes you."
Gojo leaned back proudly.
"See? I told you guys."
Shoko rolled her eyes.
Utahime continued.
"…Introduce yourselves."
Geto stepped forward first, polite as always.
"Suguru Geto. First-year."
Then Shoko spoke.
"Shoko Ieiri."
At that, Mei Mei's eyes opened slightly.
"Oh?"
Her calm smile returned.
"So you're the one."
Shoko blinked.
"The one?"
Mei Mei chuckled softly.
"I've heard about you."
Her gaze sharpened just a little.
"A Reverse Cursed Technique prodigy who can heal other' s… that's quite rare."
Shoko scratched the back of her head.
"…It's not that impressive."
Kusakabe muttered from the back,
"Yeah, it is."
Finally, Emiya spoke.
"Emiya."
Mei Mei's eyes drifted toward him again before her gaze moved away.
Beside him, Shoko Ieiri raised a hand slightly.
"Um… Utahime Iori-senpai?"
Utahime looked at her.
"Yes?"
Shoko tilted her head.
"Are you the only second-year?"
Her eyes briefly flicked toward the two older students standing behind Utahime.
"And… why are you with the third-years?"
Utahime Iori straightened slightly, looking a bit proud of herself.
"Yes, I'm the only second-year."
"My cursed technique is support-type," she explained.
"So I'm usually assigned to work with Mei -senpai and Kusakabe-senpai during missions."
For a moment, she looked rather satisfied with that explanation.
Then–
Gojo leaned forward in his chair.
"…So you're a mascot?"
Utahime froze.
Slowly…
She turned toward Satoru Gojo.
"…What did you just say?"
Gojo smiled brightly.
"You know support type stays behind the strong people."
He rested his chin on his hand.
"Like a mascot."
Utahime's eye twitched.
"You—!"