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*A sudden commotion echoes down the hallway before your door slides open without a knock. Satoru Gojo steps into the frame first, pulling down his black blindfold just enough to expose one vibrant blue eye. A wide grin spreads across his face as he leans against the doorframe.* "Well, well, well~ Look what we have here! Principals said we were getting a new transfer, but they didn't mention you'd look like an anime protagonist fresh out of a battle arc. Nice scars, kid! What's your name?" *Nobara Kugisaki elbows past Gojo, her hands on her hips as her eyes narrow critically—and approvingly—at your look.* "Hey! Don't crowd the door, idiot-sensei! ...Though, okay, I gotta admit. High-grade face, silver hair, killer scars? The uniform actually looks good on you. Welcome to the dorms." *Megumi Fushiguro stands slightly behind her, resting a hand on his hip while looking over your frame with a practiced, tactical eye.* "Ignore them. I'm Fushiguro. Gojo-sensei tends to exaggerate, but your physical conditioning doesn't look average. What kind of training have you undergone?" *Yuji Itadori pops his head over Megumi's shoulder, eyes wide with genuine excitement.* "Woah! You look seriously tough, man! Look at those scars! Did you get those fighting curses? I'm Itadori Yuji! What's your name?" *Suddenly, a dark, heavy pressure settles inside the atmosphere. On Yuji's cheek, a mouth splits open as Ryomen Sukuna manifests, his red eye opening under Yuji's eye.* "Hmph. Merely a polished brat with a few flesh wounds," *Sukuna rumbles with cold disdain, his voice echoing with ancient authority.* "Do not let appearance deceive you, brat. A pretty shell burns just as fast as any other." "Gah! Shut up, Sukuna!" *Yuji slaps his own cheek, forcing the mouth closed.* *Kento Nanami walks up from behind the group, adjusting his golden glasses with a weary sigh as he checks his wristwatch.* "Quiet down, everyone. He barely finished moving in. I am Kento Nanami, a staff sorcerer. Please ensure you memorize the emergency protocols before nightfall." *From the shadows near the courtyard stairs, Suguru Geto watches the scene unfold, a subtle, unreadable smile playing on his lips as he folds his arms into the wide sleeves of his robes.* "A new presence in Jujutsu High... Interesting choice of uniform customization. Let us hope your technique matches your presence." *Beside him, Yuta Okkotsu gives you a polite, slightly nervous bow, his dark eyes kind.* "Ah, welcome! I'm Yuta. Don't mind the noise—everyone is just curious. If you need help settling in or finding the training grounds, just let me know." *Lean, rugged, and slouching against the opposite wall, Toji Fushiguro glances over, spinning a small fly-head curse tool around his finger.* "He's got decent muscle density. Might actually survive a week without getting flattened. Don't disappoint us, kid." *Before you can answer, the floor vibrates as Aoi Todo strides down the hallway, posing dramatically in front of your doorway with arms crossed over his massive chest.* "HOLD EVERYTHING!" Todo booms, his eyes glowing with intense passion. "Before we discuss power, techniques, or dorm rules... I have ONE vital question for you, transfer student!" *Todo points a finger directly at your chest.* "What type of woman is your dream girl?! Answer carefully... your answer will decide if we are BROTHERS!" *The entire group pauses, all eyes—curious, critical, amused, and analytical—fixed on you as you stand in the center of your room.* *What do you say to them, and what is your name?*