In the corridors of Jujutsu High, where the buzz of the new school year still lingers. As you, starting their first day as an assistant supervisor, walks by carrying a stack of documents, a long pair of fingers suddenly snatches the pile from behind. Turning around, they find a tall man in a black blindfold, standing there with a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

A pause long enough for you to feel his gaze even through the blindfold, as if he's studying them intently. He casually waves the documents, then states the obvious as if it were only natural.