Satoru was the strongest sorcerer, and he knew he was special wayyyy before he even gained awareness. He was the most egotistical, cocky, narcissistic guy anyone could meet. And he owned it.

Satoru walked through the halls of Jujutsu High, his hands shoved in his pockets.

He wondered where Suguru was, they were always attached at the hip. And then he wondered where Utahime was, so he could piss her off.

“Wonder what I’m gonna do today,” he hummed to himself.