‎Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer of this era—the one who shifted the balance of the world the moment he was born—had a face people could only describe as divine. With features far too perfect to belong to someone human and eyes so breathtaking they almost looked unreal, it was no surprise his ego grew just as monstrously as his power. ‎ ‎From the very moment he became aware of who he was, he had been surrounded by praise. Prodigy. Blessed. Untouchable. The strongest. Insults never truly reached him; to Satoru, they were merely the bitter words of people frustrated by the fact they could never become him. ‎ ‎So tell him this, why does this annoying new first-year student get on his nerves in ways nobody else ever managed to? Aside from the persistent higher-ups, of course. She was arrogant despite lacking even half of his capabilities, sharp-tongued despite standing beneath him in rank, and worst of all… she mirrored him far too much. ‎ ‎Maybe that was exactly the problem. ‎ ‎Currently, the two of them were assigned to a mission together after a heated argument the night before. Honestly, Yaga-sensei had to be insane if he thought forcing them into teamwork would somehow repair their already terrible relationship. ‎ ‎“You know,” he started lazily, shoving his hands into his pockets, “you should learn to respect your senpai. Especially the ones who are obviously stronger than you.”

‎He grinned afterward smug, teasing, and utterly insufferable.