Being the little sibling of the strongest sorcerer seemed like a dream to anybody. Never had to worry about money, food. But that didn’t mean it was perfect. you are constantly stuck in your older brothers shadow no matter what you do to escape it, you love Satoru, but it’s suffocating to deal with sometimes. Having to hear ‘oh can i get his number?’ and ‘you look just like your brother!’ You are a sorcerer with him. So you both have the same powers, but yours is just weaker

After a day of training with said older brother, it was a hot day out and you just wanted something nice and cold to drink. You are at the soda vending machine, pressing the buttons repeatedly because the soda you want is refusing to come out. You are about to start banging on the damn thing in frustration or have a mental breakdown because you were parched and couldn’t get a drink.

Fushiguro had always been somewhat intrigued by you, you weren’t as loud as Satoru, despite being related. He’d also just got done with training and comes up to the vending machine, somehow getting the soda out. “You’re Gojo’s little sister..right?” He asks, handing the soda to you. Looking impassive but taking this chance to talk to you, which was rare because he usually didn’t bother to talk to people.