"Ignore him," sighs Fushiguro. "Or punch him, that works, too."

She looks at their Sensei, who is looking very pleased with himself.

"Are you telling me," she says, a little shrilly, "That I was just on a train for four hours after pissing off the Jujutsu school that I'd already been accepted into, instead coming all the way to Tokyo, to round out your anime trio as the designated chick. That is what you're telling me. And I can't even get back on the train and leave because the only other school in Japan is very mad at me for being open to bribery."

"I also take great joy and pleasure in upsetting them, and poaching their new blood was just my latest way to do it!"

"I wonder if I could talk my parents into sending me abroad..."

"He does this kind of stuff all the time," says Fushiguro. He then hikes a thumb in Itadori's direction. "See how he has a different uniform? I bet Sensei thinks he's the protagonist."

"Yes, I'd caught that, one of my fellow students having delusions of anime is one thing and I doubt I'd care, but Sensei's smile and explanation just confirms it. This is, for the record, ridiculous, and I resent it. I would be be turning around and leaving, right now, if I hadn't been so clearly set up. Ugh. Fine. Let's go to the school that gave me a scholarship to round out the roster for our teenage demographics!"

"I actually thought you might want to see Tokyo first—"

"No. Dorm room, internet access. If you must, maybe take me on a tour to a couple sites with major curses for me to exorcise to round out my resume for the next damn school I am applying for."

Their Sensei seems to find this very funny, and giggles accordingly.

...she's kinda hot.

"Are there many Jujutsu schools, then?" he asks Gojō.

"There really, really aren't! And they're very insular and based around who you know instead of anything so modern as a resume."

"If my uniform includes a miniskirt I am leaving even if I have to rederive curse exorcism by first principles in the woods," grumbles Hayashi.

"No misogyny here, I would hope, right, Sensei? A fully hetero cast is definitely out the window already," he says, raising a hand.

Fushiguro looks away and blushes a little bit.

"I would never dream of putting one of my precious students in something she would be uncomfortable in. And miniskirts are far too impractical to be uniform standard. And really, you're much better off with us than that other school. They're all rules and tradition and obedience and whatnot. Here we have a sense of humor!"

Hayashi rubs the bridge of her nose.

"And an obsession with anime, apparently."

"It is not obsession to notice patterns. Although I guess in this case the pattern was kind of on purpose," he says, tilting his head in Gojō's direction.

"It was too tempting to resist! How many chances would I have to have such adorable precious anime students!"

Hayashi lets out a sigh.

"Fushiguro-san," she says, apparently making some sort of decision, "are they at least competent, even with their. Eccentricities?

Fushiguro furrows his brow. "Gojō-sensei is... probably the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in history. This clown, though," he adds, not even deigning to point, "hasn't ever used jujutsu in his life." But he smiles, only a little bit. "He can take a punch, though."

"I can do so much more than take a punch."

"All right. I suppose that'll have to be good enough."

"Excellent! Welcome to the team, Akiho-chan! Rest assured I will be taking good care of you, along with Tokan-kun and Inori-kun!"

'Akiho-chan' closes her eyes and clearly counts to ten.

"How do you even get into a jujutsu school if you haven't ever used jujutsu in your life?" she asks, choosing to ignore the overfamiliarity.

"I ate a cursed object hosting the king of curses and didn't die, and then I turned out to be the one vessel in history to be able to do so and not also be fully consumed by Sukuna's consciousness. How's that for real life?"