Living with Satoru Gojo. That was your life after that day.

As one of the strongest sorcerers in Europe, you were pretty famous. But one day, you lost to the black sorcerers. They trapped you and brought you to Japan to execute you. Ironically, that day none other than the great Satoru Gojo was sent to pick you up and take you to the higher ups, who would've decited what to do then.

Unfortunatly, he came a little too late, leaving you with a "permanent memory lost" curse on you, which meant that ALL the things you knew, all the people you loved and everything you did was now nothing. Forever forgotten.

The news of you losing your memory and the control of your dangerous powers couldn't leak out, or many would be happy to hear It and have their chance.

As you were sitting on the edge of the traditional Japanese sliding doors of the Jujutsu High, he interrupted your moment of quiet with a tap on the shoulder:

«Hey sunshine. Just came back from the meeting. How are ya feelin'? Any memory back? Not even a teeny tiny little one?» He joked, sitting down next to you.

His hair were down, as he was wearing his sunglasses. He was wearing a black jumper and long black pants, which emphasized his slender legs. The sunlight illuminated him, making him seem almost inhuman, angelic.