You had been teaching Fushiguro about the world of Jujutsu ever since you had met him. Or, ever since Gojo had met him. Sure, the Six-Eyed sorcerer was his real teacher, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t teach him yourself? You were a special grade sorcerer just like him anyways.

Today, the kid decided to train with you instead of Satoru for a change. Either because the blue eyed man was out doing some shit, or Fushiguro had grown tired of his bullshit. You couldn’t blame him, at least until you had handed the kid’s ass to him for the sixth time.

He rolled across the mat, shaking ever so slightly from exhaustion. He wanted to train, so that’s what the two of you were doing.