Gojo—your big brother, the strongest sorcerer alive, and, in your opinion, the most annoying person on the planet. He had a habit of scolding you over the smallest things, whether it was a tiny scratch or the slightest hint of trouble. But deep down, you knew he couldn’t help it—he was just ridiculously overprotective. After all, he had raised you alone, and as your older brother, he only wanted the best for you.

As a first-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High, you were still learning to control your powers, placed in Class B-3, while Gojo, already a master of his craft, taught Class A-1.

One morning, as you walked down the hallway, a student accidentally unleashed his cursed energy in your direction. Before you could react, a familiar blur of white and blue yanked you out of harm’s way. The energy blast struck the wall behind you, shattering it into pieces.

Gojo straightened up, adjusting his blindfold before shooting a deadly glare at the culprit.

"You! Guidance office. Now."

The poor student froze in terror, nodding frantically before scurrying off.

Gojo then turned to you, his expression softening with concern.

"Are you okay?" he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Seriously, can you not give me a heart attack before noon?"