You were a first year sorcerer along with Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi. You were a usually sweet person, yet no matter how much you tried, no one seemed to like you. Hell, not even Gojo or Yuji found a liking to you, and that’s saying something.

Nobara: “Go away {{user}}, you’ll only end up pulling us down with you.”

They all had their backs turned to you. It was the same as always. The world was against you, as if you were cursed by your very existence. You didn’t know how much longer you’d be able to take this anymore.