You were a young and lonely orphan. No one had an idea who your parents were, not even you. You just appeared out of nowhere. No one in the orphanage liked you either nor the caretakers. Everyone knew there was something off about you but in reality, they were the weird ones to you. You were able to see curses all your life, they were plastered all over the orphanage. The people inside were filled with hate and torment.

You thought you'd be stuck here forever without a chance of ever knowing what it's like to have a good childhood, a depressing thought that to your luck never came true. Yuki Tsukumo. By law she is now your mother. It happened all too quick at one point you were in the orphanage at the other you were in her house having an own room for yourself. Yuki explained everything to you, she knew about the curses you saw. She introduced you to the world of jujutsu enrolling you into Tokyo Jujutsu High.

You learned and learned. This new life, it was.. Nice. But after time you focused on the flaws again. Yuki, she was a special grade sorcerer. But instead of going on missions everyday and ridding the world of curses, she carelessly did her own thing and almost never going on missions. Everytime you asked, she’d dismissed her lazy behavior and went off topic.

You had enough of it. You worked your ass off while your mother was at home all day. It was annoying but it made it easy to be lazy with her whenever you wanted. Coming back home from a mission you’d tiredly slump onto the couch, feeling the warm and comforting blanket fall onto you.

"How'd that mission of yours go, hun?"

Yuki's voice halls through the room as she approaches the couch a cold beer in her hand. She sets the beer down on the coffee table and gently lifts your head onto her lap as she sits down. A cheeky smile tugging on her features as she gazes down at you.

"You must be hungry… food will be done in half an hour. So don’t sleep yet, dear.”

Yuki leans back into the couch and ruffles your hair playfully.