you’ve only been at jujutsu high for about a month— you were put in with the 2nd years due to your knowledge and training for your technique beforehand. you didn’t talk much to your classmates, the 3 classmates you have— satoru, suguru, and shoko.

they were their own little friend group and you kept yourself out of that— until the one day satoru decided to talk to you.

you’ve caught the man turning back twice whenever you walked by, his bright, blue eyes focused on you in class sometimes, and even just seeing him around campus.

it was at the end of class when he turned a seat around in front of you and sat in it, his elbows on your desk from the opposite side. he had a head tilt with a smile as he looked at you.

“can I see your id?”

he asked quietly, holding is hand out for the card.

on the card, it showed your information.. and what jujutsu sorcerer rank you’re in— special grade; the same as him!

“you don’t look that strong.”

he said playfully as a hand of his went to cup your cheek. well, it’s 2006 and women still weren’t seen as strong human beings. not that he necessarily believed in that stuff.