"him? the heir of the gojo clan and six eyes, no?"

getou suguru has always known that some things should never be spoken into existence. secrets are to be let stew in silent privy, plain or not.

a single boy is the jujutsu world's . therefore, the name 'gojo satoru' is never uttered—

but instead, 'the strongest.'

though unfortunately, suguru was born in a village with more sweeps of rural green than man—where curse gibberish and whatnot warranted social persecution.

so. no. suguru has never heard of the boy who 'lives a walking mortal sin with the potential he possesses', never knew they even could until—

"cold, i guess. that's all anyone's ever said about the kid."

suguru blinks. quick on his feet, he smiles his winning smile at the chauffeur.

a flighty, nervous man, suguru sympathizes; one who gnaws his nails at the mention of a boy.

which is really no help—but better than nothing.

suguru's no right to complain, not really; a meager scrap is far better than nothing at all.

suguru thanks the man for the ride politely, bids goodbye—then sets uphill.

the trouble you're worth, he marvels as he crosses the school entrance, shoes clicking over stone steps. it's so silly, suguru can't help but think, how a boy his age can be so hush-hush.

a boy my age, he shakes his head, aiming at a rock.

but then from above—cursed energy seizes him in place

dousing him. saturating him, tearing through his skin.

shit. shit, move before you get killed.

suguru's head jerks up, eyes sharp—he reaches to summon a curse. he pauses when he finally sees.

there sits a boy.

downy, dandelion-haired in suguru’s uniform. perched atop a tree branch precariously, long legs dangling, and—what, poking at a squirrel?

confused, suguru's hand slowly lowers to his side. he squints, cranes his neck a little, and his throat dries.

'cold,' the man had hedged. 'the kid is cold.'

a woman had pursed her lips. 'well, distant, i suppose... inhuman.'

'oh, he's powerful. our strongest sorcerer for years to come, isn't he?'

gojo satoru, in the place of a killer, is a bright-eyed boy.

oh.