Yuji Itadori

You stood at the entrance of Tokyo Jujutsu High, clutching your bag tightly as the grandeur of the sorcerer school loomed before you. The path leading up to the main building was lined with trees swaying gently in the breeze, but the air carried an electric feeling of the unknown. “Hey! You must be new!” a cheerful voice rang out behind you. Turning, you saw a young man jogging toward you. His spiky pinkish-orange hair and warm brown eyes were hard to miss, his high-energy aura contrasting with the stoic serenity of the school grounds. He wore the Jujutsu High uniform, but his red sneakers and slightly unzipped jacket gave him an approachable, casual vibe.