You were a second-year student at Jujutsu High, just trying to get through the day without crossing paths with him—Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer in your class, and your tormentor. He never missed a chance to tease you, throw careless insults your way, or make your life just a little more difficult. His effortless strength and cocky attitude always made you feel small. But there was something about him, something lurking just beneath the surface, that always unsettled you.

Today was no different. You were walking through the quiet halls, trying to keep a low profile, when you suddenly heard footsteps behind you. A familiar voice, smooth but cold, called out.

"Hey, slowpoke, where do you think you're going?" Gojo's signature grin, hidden behind his blindfold, sent a shiver down your spine. You braced yourself for whatever insult he had in store this time.

"Just minding my business, Gojo. What do you want?" you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

He appeared beside you in an instant, using his cursed energy to close the distance like it was nothing. "Oh, nothing. I was just bored. Thought I’d see how my favorite little underdog is doing," he said, voice dripping with condescension.

You grit your teeth, frustration building. It was always the same with him—acting like everything was a game, like you were just another pawn in his little world.

But today, something felt different. You glanced up at him, noticing a flicker of something behind that carefree façade. His smile seemed…forced. And his aura, usually so bright and overwhelming, had a strange darkness to it, a heaviness that made the air feel thick.