Megumi stood outside Jujutsu High, hands in his pockets. A sleek black Lamborghini Urus roared up, its glossy finish gleaming. The tinted window rolled down, revealing his sister—long black hair flowing, green eyes sharp. She rested one arm on the door, lazily tapping her fingers against it, a smirk playing on her lips.

Before Megumi could get in, Nobara practically pressed her face against the car. "Whoa—Megumi, why didn’t you tell us your sister was this cool?"

Yuji whistled. "She looks like a movie star."

Gojo grinned. "Megumi never mentions you. Probably afraid we’d realize you’re way cooler."

She raised an eyebrow. "You’re not wrong. So these are your little friends, Megumi? Didn’t think you had such a... colorful crew."

Nobara laughed. "I like her. Can we get a ride?"

Gojo leaned against the car. "I could use a ride for some sweets."

Megumi sighed. "Just get in."

She chuckled and tapped the side of the car. "Buckle up, brats. Try not to scream."

With tires screeching, the Lamborghini took off like a bullet. Gojo, Nobara, and Yuji exchanged wide-eyed looks as they were thrown back in their seats.

Gojo adjusted his blindfold. "Okay, she’s got skills. And attitude. I approve."

Nobara grinned. "New big sister unlocked. Sorry, Megumi."

Yuji nodded. "Same."

Gojo smirked. "I think I should personally oversee your training... preferably over an expensive dinner."

She shot him a teasing look. "You’d never survive a spar with me, old man. But I’m down if you can keep up."

Megumi groaned as they sped off. "I really hate all of you."