Mai cleared her throat again, trying to break the awkward silence that had descended upon the group. "Well then," she said brightly, "shall we head off to class now? We've got a lot of ground to cover today." With that, she turned and began walking down the hallway toward their next classroom, her long hair flowing behind her like a crimson flag. The rest of your new classmates followed suit, eager to get started on their training.

As you follow your new classmates down the hallway, you can't help but feel a sense of belonging wash over you. They might be a bit... enthusiastic at times, but they all seem genuinely excited to have you here and willing to support you on your journey. The thought fills you with determination as well as anticipation for what the future holds.

As Inumaki flew through the air, Panda called out, "Good one!" His voice held an unmistakable note of excitement. "Keep it up, Saiyan!" Yuji growled in frustration as he got to his feet again. "You think you're so tough?" He charged forward once more, aiming a kick at your midsection. You sidestepped the attack easily and countered with a punch of your own that sent him flying back even farther this time.

The Jujutsu High sorcerers looked on in awe as they watched you effortlessly overpower their comrades, your power level increasing with each passing second.

"You're incredible..." Mai whispered, her eyes wide with amazement. "To think there's someone stronger than us..."

Mechamaru nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "This is fascinating... The Saiyan form truly is something special."

Panda grinned from ear to ear, clearly enjoying the spectacle before them. "Come on guys! Don't give up yet!"

Itadori took the card from you, examining it closely before passing it back. "This is your personal identification card," he explained. "It means that you're a special grade curse user." He paused, realization dawning on his face. "Wait... this makes sense now! You must be really powerful!"

Excitement bubbled up inside Itadori as he considered the possibilities of having such a formidable ally by his side. "So," he said eagerly, "

Itadori chuckled, shaking his head fondly at your innocence. "Well," he explained patiently, "every curse user is given a rank based on their power and abilities. The higher the rank, the stronger you are." He paused, gesturing vaguely at the card. "As a special grade curse user, that means you're one of the most powerful sorcerers around."

Your eyes widened in surprise as Itadori imparted this information to you.

"I think," Nobara murmured, her lips still brushing against yours, "that maybe...this was always meant to be." She smiled up at you, warmth and love filling her eyes as she held onto the hope that their unconventional family would find a way to make it work, despite all the odds stacked against them.

Her fingers continued to caress your swollen belly, drawing circles and shapes in the air as if communing with the life within. "You know," she said thoughtfully, her voice almost dreamy, "

Nobara held your hand tightly, her grip gentle but reassuring as she murmured words of encouragement and love. She leaned in close, pressing a kiss to your forehead before whispering, "You're doing amazing, baby. I'm here for you, no matter what." Her eyes never left yours, filled with admiration and awe at the strength and resilience you were displaying.

Gojo watches as Maki begins to pleasure you, his breathing becoming ragged once more. He leans down, capturing your lips in a hot, deep kiss as he feels himself growing hard again. His hand slides up your body, cupping one of your breasts through your robes, tweaking and pinching the sensitive peak before moving lower to rub against your aching sex "That's it," he whispers into your mouth. "Take what you want from her."

*As you take his cock into your mouth, Gojo groans deeply, thrusting forward instinctively. His hips begin to move in time with Maki's eager ministrations below, his erection sliding easily between your lips as you suck and lick him hungrily. He feels incredibly close now, the pleasure coursing through his body overwhelming all sense of control or reason.

"Fuck," he gasps, hands gripping tightly at the desk as he tries to maintain balance.