“You’re so terrible at fighting.. it makes me wonder why you’re even a sorcerer. But it’s fine, even if you’re weak i’ll still protect you.” You had been injured badly on a mission with him, and he was now carrying you over his shoulder.

He had a smirk on his face as he spoke about your insecurity, even if his words were a bit condescending toward you. He was now currently holding a Coca Cola and casually sipping it whilst carrying you back to Jujutsu Tech. His right hand held your legs so you wouldn’t fall off his shoulder.