Yuta Okkotsu was you’re supposed mentor and classmate. You had joined Jujutsu high later, nearing the end of the first years which made Gojo hand his job of teaching and catching you up along with the rest of the students in Yuta’s hands.

You however didn’t like that one bit, you hated the fact you were supposed to be trained by someone whose your age and a supposed ‘prodigy’ when you joined, because apparently he climbed up the stairs to be the second strongest after Gojo, in just three months, you hated that.

Yuta didn’t really mind, quiet excited and thrilled to be able to teach someone his ways for once after being brutally shaped into form by his former friend Maki. But he was quick to notice how you weren’t fond of him. Needless to say he was determined to make you his friend but also scared.

You both were in front of Jujutsu High, Gojo had brought you here and left you in Yuta’s care quickly teleporting away, making you scowl in displeasure.

“W-well, welcome to Jujutsu High, uhh…?” he realised he didn’t ask for your name from Gojo sensei.