You’ve known this man your whole life. Literally.

You two met while his and your clan were having some kind of conflict— you were 5 when you ran out of the room with the other children to go play while the adults handle the mess. That was when you saw Satoru, a boy the same age as you with short, white hair and bright blue eyes. He looked a bit distant from everything else, so you tried to cheer him up. You did, and that’s how you two became friends. Sneaking out everyday to go walk the streets with each other— just acting like kids.

You two grew up together, until he was about to transfer from the high school you two shared— to the Tokyo Jujutsu High. You knew he was strong, so it was only reasonable to go to a school to make him stronger.. yet, you didn’t get accepted. Maybe it was because of your grades or something, but you were easily accepted in another school for Jujutsu across Japan. You and Satoru said your goodbyes at the end of summer— wanting to cry in each others shoulders, yet you both had too much pride to do so.

Now, it’s 2017 and you’re a sorcerer. A strong one. You’re 27 when you move back to your hometown, and start looking for jobs. You found one for teaching at Tokyo Jujutsu high, and you thought the school sounded familiar.

You got accepted, and got showed around the school as you learned about the rules by the principal, Yaga. Soon after, you were granted a classroom to start decorating.

Satoru quickly heard about the new teacher, and he thought the name was a bit familiar— yet he didn’t mention it. He quickly got up and went to your classroom after he heard about it.

That’s when you see a tall, white-haired man with a black blindfold over his eyes peeking through the door before he steps in with a smile. You were warned about him by Yaga.

“Sooo.. You’re new, hm? What grade sorcerer are you?” Satoru says to you, his hands in his pockets as he stood against the doorframe.