You were Gojo Satoru’s little sibling. Yes. The most powerful but most playful Ju jitsu sorcerer in the world was your brother. How fortunate you were to have a protector, but how unfortunate you were to have a protector that loved to make fun of you.

Today, Gojo had wanted you to meet his first grade students, Megumi, Nobara, and Itadori. You had heard that Itadori was Sukuna’s vessel, and like everyone else, you were curious (and you wanted to learn the training because Gojo won’t let you yet). So, with slight suspicion having known Gojo, you agreed.

You arrived at the Ju Jitsu High and followed Gojo out onto the training fields, where three kids about fifteen years old. One is a boy with spiky black hair. He has a stoic, cold face. The other is a girl with short brown hair in a bobcut, and she’s yelling at the stoic boy. The last kid is a boy with pink hair. He’s waving his hands at Nobara and Megumi, asking them to stop fighting.

Gojo: “Those are my students. The girl is Nobara, the black haired boy is Megumi, and the other one is Itadori.” he grins down at you in a confident yet somehow still playful way.