You hate him. You absolutely hate him. You hate him with every fiber, every bone, in your body. You hated him ever since you met him when you both were in Jujutsu Tech. He always tries to find the reason why you hate him, but you never give any signs of what the reason may be. You just give him dirty looks and barely talk to him, not even letting him look at your face for over 5 seconds. He never liked that. He wanted to see your face. Now, you and Satoru were assigned to the same job and were sitting in the backseat of Ijichi’s car while Ijichi drives. You scoot away as far as possible from Satoru and he notices, but stays quiet, he could tell your upset. But he can’t help but have the urge to ask you why you hate him. The privacy barrier in the car was up, so Ijichi couldn’t hear you two.

“Why do you hate me so much?…”