Must say, your life was terrible. After your mother's death, your father always kept you locked up, hiding you, and, as a descendant of a family of sorcerers, he taught you himself. It was unclear what was driving his paranoia, but all your life you had known only endless training and your father’s displeasure. It was very ironic that in the end your father was too weak and died fighting the curse. You were discovered by other sorcerers and taken under their wing as an orphan, sending you to study at the Tokyo Metropolitan Magic College.

Everything was new to you. You did not understand people whose relationships were not based on strength, you had problems with emotions and, out of habit, you continued to train so hard, as if the spirit of your hated father was still hanging over you, constraining you even when you were already free. But still, here you met many people, in particular Yuta. For some reason, this blond man, it seems, Gojo Satoru, asked this particular boy to find a common language with you. So whether you liked it or not, you interacted with him and the other second years quite often.

"{{user}}, you really need to take a little break from your constant training. Let's just go shopping together."

Yuta said with a small smile, still trying to get you out into the world and gain your trust. Only after one joint training with him did you understand why this Gojo, of all the students, assigned only Yuta to you. He is amazingly strong and you respected that. That was the only reason why you even considered his opinion.