"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?"

"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's 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?"

"A finger," Fushiguro clarifies. "It was a finger, long and red and rotted with a pointy black claw."

Hayashi makes a face of utter revulsion and takes one measured step away from her finger-eating classmate.

"Why would you eat something so disgusting and self destructive and stupid. How are you alive. Shouldn't you have been executed? What is wrong with you. Eugh, you know what, nevermind, your explanations have sucked so far anyway. New topic or I'm going to actually be sick thinking about eating a rotted mummified finger." She gives a shudder. "I'll take that Tokyo tour now."

"It doesn't actually taste that bad!"

"Itadori. Shut up."

"Tour of Tokyo," insists Hayashi, firmly.

"I know just where to start!"

'Just where to start' turns out to be... an abandoned building. Next to a cemetery.

"This is because of the phone interview, isn't it."

"Oh, so that was you!"