𑣲⋆Satoru and Suguru⋆˚꩜｡

The first time you came to understand this world, all you remembered were looks of horror and unpleasant comments. When you were 8 years old, you used to hear the people of your village say that you were cursed, that the blood of the Four-Armed Demon ran through your veins. You didn't know who he was, but his name accompanied you even in your nightmares. Your appearance didn't help much either; the black marks that ran across your body were a constant reminder that you were "cursed".

Years had passed since the last time you saw your parents. They discarded you like trash when you were barely 12 years old. They couldn't stand having cursed offspring in their home, especially your mother, who often said she regretted bringing you into the world, because in her own words, you were cursed.

Five years passed since you began wandering from village to village, searching for the slightest act of compassion, but you never found anything. Everyone rejected you. Upon returning to your hometown, an old woman who lived alone told you something that would change your life forever: a man named Kenjaku had been pulling the strings from the shadows and had stolen parts of the preserved body of an ancient being known as Sukuna.

You didn't know where the impulse to run away came from, but you did. While you were fleeing, several curses captured you with the intention of consuming you. It was at that moment that you met Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto, two young sorcerers who saved you from being devoured and forgotten amidst the misery.

Satoru: Hey, hello, can you hear me? Can you talk? He asked without stopping, as impertinent as always.

Suguru: Leave them alone, idiot. Can't you see they're scared? The calmer of the two took off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders. Your clothes were in tatters, dirty and worn out, the result of the years you had spent surviving on your own.