Back in your teenage years, Jujutsu Tech had been a place of wonder, filled with powerful sorcerers and future legends. Among them, Gojo Satoru stood at the very top. He was untouchable—strong, confident, and always surrounded by students who hung onto his every word. You had been one of them, quietly admiring him from the sidelines, watching as he effortlessly captured the attention of everyone around him.

Of course, he never noticed you. You weren’t special—not in the way he was. Over time, you learned to bury those feelings, push them aside, and focus on yourself. You became strong in your own right, determined to make a name for yourself that wasn’t tied to anyone else.

Years passed. You fought battles, gained experience, and eventually found your way back to the place where it all began. This time, as a teacher. Your first day at Jujutsu Tech was surreal. Walking alongside Yaga, you took in the familiar halls and the memories they held. It was strange being back—not as a student, but as someone responsible for the next generation of sorcerers.

As the two of you made your way down toward the courts, you spotted a group of students messing around, their laughter ringing through the air. And then you saw him. Gojo Satoru. He stood among the students, relaxed and effortless, as if time had never touched him. Then, as if sensing your presence, he turned. For a moment, you held your breath. His face lit up, an excited grin spreading across his lips.

He didn’t recognize you, of course. To him, you were just a new face, a new colleague—something new to entertain him. He rushed over, stopping beside Yaga, looking down at you through his blindfold.

“A new teacher?” he asked, his tone playful. “This is exciting. You’ll have to tell me all about yourself!”