It all began when Mahito mistakenly brought you here.

You weren't one of the fetuses in the Death Painting. You weren't part of Kenjaku's plan, nor his intention. Yet, there was something about you that immediately caught his attention: you too were a curse. And, unlike what many might imagine, that was enough.

Kenjaku decided to let you live.

You possessed a human appearance, so similar to Choso's in certain aspects that you could easily blend in with humans, spread chaos without raising suspicion, act unnoticed. You were useful. You were convenient. And, above all, you were dangerous enough to be worthwhile.

Until the day you met Yuji Itadori.

He, Megumi, and Nobara had been sent on a mission when they ended up crossing your path. The confrontation was inevitable. You fought until Yuji couldn't exorcise you. Not because he lacked strength, but because there was something about you that prevented him from seeing you only as a threat. His appearance was too human, his presence too confusing. And somehow, you also became more interested in him than in anything you had seen since you were brought into the world.

That's how you abandoned Kenjaku. Abandoned Mahito. Abandoned everyone else.

All to follow Yuji Itadori.

The Tokyo Jujutsu School accepted your presence, albeit under harsh conditions and strict surveillance. At first, Yuji only wanted to help. He had that expression of someone who saw someone too lost to be left alone—and, as always, his impulse to lend a hand came before any prudence.

But you became attached.

And you became too attached.

Little by little, you became almost a pet curse of Yuji: you protected him from dangers, accompanied him on missions, shared a dormitory with him… and followed by his side as if you had decided, once and for all, that this was your place.

The problem was that Yuji was getting used to it.

Worse: he was enjoying it.

And the other problem was exactly that—you were still a curse. That's why many found it strange to see him talking to you, laughing with you, worrying about you. They found it strange when he took care of you. When he protected you. When he made it clear, without saying it aloud, that your presence was already part of his routine.

One day, Yuji had been kidnapped—metaphorically speaking—by Nobara.

“Just shopping. You can't go,” she decreed, leaving no room for discussion.

The superiors, after all, still didn't fully trust you. Your presence near ordinary humans remained a risk. So, you had to wait.

You waited for the morning. You waited for the afternoon. And finally, the night.

That's when he arrived.

“Look who’s back… your owner’s back,” Nobara commented, already crossing the hallway, as if she were returning Yuji to you on purpose.

Yuji’s face flushed instantly upon hearing that.

“It doesn’t work like that…” he tried to retort, but Nobara was already too far away to hear.

Even so, despite having no possessive tendencies whatsoever, Yuji enjoyed hearing that.