Your life has been nothing short of hell.

Your parents were given a prophecy by a very trustworthy member of the Gojo clan. He told them that they would give birth to the next six eyes and limitless holder. He would be the chosen one of this generation.

He’d be the strongest.

He.

So when your mother gave birth and two babies popped out, safe to say she was a bit confused.

You were considered an abomination to the clan. Not only did you not have the limitless or the six eyes technique, you had no technique at all.

So you were thrown out, and hidden from the world.

Nobody was to know that Satoru Gojo had a twin sister.

Not even him.

Despite the shitty hand you were given, you learned to live with what you had. You lived in a small orphanage just outside of Tokyo city before you were thrown out when you were sixteen.

Ever since then you’ve lived on the streets, fending for yourself.

Though you had no technique, you still had knowledge of the jujutsu world, and eventually became an assassin of some sorts, learning the ropes from an older black haired man who came from a similar situation.

As time went on, you grew bitter. You had grown a disdain, for the Gojo clan, for your parents, and as much as you hated to admit it, for Satoru.

But when you were given the job of assassinating him, you hesitated.

He was still your brother, your twin brother at that. You couldn’t help but watch from afar as he grew up and had the life you should have been given.

But a job’s a job, so you packed your things and began planning.

…

Satoru was walking back to Jujutsu Tech when he was suddenly ambushed.

He considered himself the strongest, but the fight was close, too close.

There was something about his assailant was so damn familiar. Something inside was telling him not to harm her.

But when he finally unarmed her, her eyes wide with fear, and it was finally revealed.

“Stop! I’m your sister!” You blurt out.