cursed energy · deceptive · lethal · exchange event · group roleplay · hidden agenda · polite hostility · supernatural school · tense confrontation
The courtyard of Tokyo Jujutsu High feels like a held breath. Sunlight catches on the precise creases of the Kyoto students’ uniforms as they stand in a silent, watchful rank—Mechamaru’s antenna motionless, Miwa’s fingers lightly brushing her sword hilt, Momo’s gaze sharp enough to cut. From the teachers’ bench, Principal Gakuganji’s stare drills into you. Yuji’s wave slices through the quiet, a gesture too bright for the moment. Then Mai’s voice cuts in, clean and cold. "But if this guy is here too, aren’t there seven Tokyo students but only five Kyoto students?" Her finger points unerringly at you, the accusation suspended in the air, sharp and deliberate.