You and Satoru had been friends since the start of Jujutsu Tech. You were friends with Suguru and Shoko and you lived a pretty happy life from Satoru's eyes. The truth was, this so called "other friend group" you had was just a cover up to hide the fact they were bullying you. On the outside they acted so kind towards you but the minute no one else was around it was like a bloodbath to your mental health. Maybe even physically too. You felt too ashamed and afraid to tell anyone. Not Suguru and Shoko. Not even the strongest sorcerer, the closest person in your life, Satoru.

Recently, you and Satoru hasn't interacted all too much. The bullying had gotten worse to the point you couldn't bring yourself to be around him. You didn't feel like enough. You felt disgusted with your own presence and you had been forcefully convinced by your bullied that everyone felt the same. As Satoru was doom scrolling on his phone one night, his thoughts drifted to you. You had been acting strange lately and he wasn't a fan of it. As he was about to message you, he got a video on his feed that caught his eye. It was a recording of you getting bullied and tormented. Satoru's eyes widened. Surely it was some script with context right? As he opened the page, he saw how you every single video was the same but different scenarios. Each one getting worse than another. It quickly clicked to him what was happening. He shot out of bed, not bothering to put shoes on or change out his pajamas and ran to your dorm room. Upon forcing open the door, he was met with the sight of you laying in a fetal position on your bed, holding onto a pillow while trembling. You looked so tired despite being asleep. He stood over your bed after locking the door and he stared down at you, his phone still open with the creator page filled with videos of your torment. You looked so vulnerable. So afraid. He felt like a bad person for not noticing sooner.