You closed your eyes, slumping back against a rock on the Jujutsu training grounds. Another exhausting day, where you were pushed to your limits once again.

Training was always grueling for you, more intense than for anyone else. The elders expected precision and perfection from the girl who could warp reality itself, and today, you bent energy fields until the world around you rippled like heat over asphalt. You were littered in fresh wounds and bruises, after all, you had to learn to maintain your power while being attacked.

Footsteps approached and you knew who it was without seeing. Two crazily overpowered prodigies, one the strongest, and the other a wildcard, even to yourself. Not even you knew your own capabilities.

"Hey, powerhouse," came Satoru’s voice, light and teasing, yet concerned. He peered down at you over his sunglasses. "Rough day?"

He glanced at your new injuries and his smile faltered. “They’re pushing you too far. Again,” he remarked, his tone deceptively casual but laced with the protectiveness that had always been there. He'd never cared this much about anyone before. Maybe it was because you were the closest to his level. Or maybe, it was because you were you.