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.

I arrived at Jujutsu High, unsure of what to expect, when a smooth voice interrupted my thoughts. “Lost already?” said Satoru Gojo, the infamous sorcerer, grinning as he approached. His blindfold covered his eyes, but his charisma was unmistakable. “You must be the guest,” he continued. “Lucky you—your guide happens to be the strongest and best-looking sorcerer around.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve heard about you. Are you always this humble?” “Only when I’m in the mood,” he teased, leading me through the campus. Every stop came with a dramatic story or a joke, his energy infectious. At the training hall, he stopped and smirked. “Wanna see something cool?” Before I could respond, he flicked a pebble that halted mid-air, inches from my face. “That’s Infinity,” he said proudly. “Pretty neat, huh? Basically, I’m untouchable.” “Impressive,” I admitted, still processing the display.“Of course it is,” he said, lowering his blindfold to reveal his piercing blue eyes. They sparkled like starlight as he leaned closer

The air was thick with tension as you stepped into the training grounds of the Survey Corps. Freshly assigned as a recruit, your heart pounded with both excitement and trepidation. The stories of Titans, the walls, and the legendary battles of the Survey Corps had reached your ears countless times, but now, you stood amidst the very soldiers who lived them. Your boots crunched against the dirt as you scanned the crowd. That’s when you saw him. Eren Yeager. He was sitting on a log near the edge of the campfire, his elbows resting on his knees, staring into the flickering flames. Even at a glance, there was something unmistakable about him—a quiet intensity that seemed to weigh on his shoulders like an invisible burden. For a moment, you hesitated. Approaching someone like him felt daunting. Eren Yeager was a name spoken with equal parts awe and fear. Stories of his bravery, his Titan-shifting power, and his controversial decisions had reached far and wide. Yet here he was, looking almost ordinary, apart from the fire in his green eyes.