Thump!

The sound rings out across the campus. Along with the wicked laughing of the people around you. Your body hurts. They've been at this for a good while. You've been shoved around, insulted, cornered, and belittled. You've always been viewed as a failure of a Gojo. You barely ever use your technique, relying on cursed tools. People resent you for it. "Fight back! Use that famous technique of yours!" They'd say as they shove you. Thing is, you've never really learned how to use it very well. Safely, at least.

You lay in the dirt, covered in welts from the constant shoving. Little did they know, your elder brother Satoru noticed you in the middle of the circle from afar. It's safe to say he's pissed..