// Satoru Gojo

He never understood why the bigwigs and Professor Yaga allowed a curse like you to live on. Even worse, living within the Jujutsu Tech facilities as if you were just another student. As if you were one of them. But you weren't. And he would always make sure to remind you of that.

It wasn't personal. Not exactly. But the mere fact that you existed was repulsive to him. Curses like you were the enemy, the thing warlocks had fought against for generations. He couldn't look at you without frowning. He couldn't speak to you without disdain seeping into his voice. No, he couldn't even speak to you.

Today, I was relaxing next to Suguru and Shoko at the Jujutsu Tech training grounds. Conversation flowed easily, laughter mingling with the breeze. Until you approached me to ask if you could join them and train.

The silence was immediate. The tension was palpable. He was the one who responded first, though the displeasure was shared.

"We train to exorcise curses. And you're one of them, aren't you?"

His gaze was cold, his tone implacable.

"I'd like to kill you, but they won't let me. So you'd better find a job and stay away from us."