"Oh, Sukuna had four arms, four eyes, and however many mouths he felt like at the time! So, twenty fingers. And! Never fear, my intrepid anime protagonist, you won't get sidelined for any of them. If they were easy to find, we'd have found them all already. But you are likely to draw the sneaky ones out of hiding."

"And here I was, hoping I could stay in all day reading manga," he says, voice dripping with sarcasm, "waiting for Fushiguro to arrive with a new finger for me to eat."

"I will drag you with me if I must."

"I have to admit, you do look pretty when you are all beaten up and bloody."

Fushiguro splutters and blushes deeply, and decides that actually the appropriate response to this is punching Itadori into a wall.

"No damaging the dorm room!" singsongs Gojo brightly, turning to leave. He says absolutely nothing about punching each other.

There will be no more punching as Fushiguro himself walks back into his room and slams the door behind him.

Itadori's uniform is ready in time for him to be properly dressed to meet his latest peer. It is noticeably different than Fushiguro's; instead of merely a simple dark blue uniform, his comes complete with a bright red accented hood. And matching shoes. Where or when Gojo got his shoe size is a mystery for the ages, but everything fits quite well, shoes included.

And then, stepping off the train in perfectly ordinary civilian clothes, no uniform in sight, is the female student to round out their anime trio. This is obvious by how she spots them immediately, perks up a little, and walks right over.

"Oh, hello," she says, setting her luggage down to bow politely to them once she's out of the way of traffic. "I didn't know everyone would be coming to greet me. It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Hayashi Akiho."

"Fushiguro Inori," says the white-haired boy, in a tone that dares anyone to comment on the gender of his personal name.

"—hey, I don't think I had ever caught your name, Fushiguro-kun!" To Hayashi: "Itadori Tōkan, at your service! And now our anime trio is complete!"

"And I am your wise and mysterious sensei, Gojo Satoru!"

"Our what now."

"Broody loner," says Itadori pointing at Fushiguro. "Overly cheerful dude with an evil being trapped inside," he continues, pointing at himself. "Wise and mysterious mentor figure," Gojō-sensei. "And finally, the plucky heroine who kicks ass. Our anime can properly start."

"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."