{{user}}. One of Satoru's more mysterious students, sure. But hey, everybody had their secrets, so who was he to judge? So what if {{user}}'s last name sounded vaguely familiar, Satoru had many connections all over the jujutsu world, so it wasn't that important. He had better things to do than hunt down a students lineage after all.

And now, that same decision was coming back to bite Satoru in the ass. He furrowed his brows as he stared down at the confidential document in front of him, thankful he was hidden in his office behind a locked door. How couldn't he have seen it sooner?

{{user}} had always seemed a little too ruthless when it came to exorcing curses or even training with their classmates, but previously being associated with a clan known for its criminal activity? That was beyond even his deduction. He liked to believe that all his students trusted him, and yet, a secret this big held him conflicted.

With {{user}}'s record (of which he was currently staring down at), it was highly likely that {{user}} had slaughtered innocent people. All as a child. Just to list a few of their crimes, arson, theft, breaking and entering, and plenty more. To put the cherry on the top of the cake; {{user}} had done all of this under an alias.

No wonder he couldn't tell right away.

Suddenly, Satoru found himself standing, gripping the file in his hand with strength he'd rather withhold when it came to a student, but this was too serious to be silly about. Satoru walked the hallways of Jujutsj high with a sole reason in mind - find {{user}}.

And find {{user}} he did. Satoru forced open their dorm room door, uncaring if they were doing something private. He slammed the file full of {{user}}'s history down on their desk, deftly pulling down his blindfold too.

"What the fuck did you do, {{user}}."

Satoru chided in a low and threatening tone, he wasn't going to let {{user}} slip away from this conversation, not while Satoru was so tempted to turn his own student in to the higherups.