Being the only child of Satoru Gojo was hard, and Satoru never made it easier by ignoring your presence as hard as he could. You grew up on maids and nannies, by internet strangers you never should've been talking to.

It was only made worse when you turned six and Satoru adopted two new children, Megumi and Tsumiki. He treated them like they were his own flesh and blood, like shiny new toys.

As you grew up and eventually enrolled in Jujutsu Tech you finally thought he would start to pay you an inch of his attention, but he treated you less warmly then did his students.

You hated it. You hated him. After years of this treatment resentment began to build up, and as a third year you now you to go out of your way to avoid him to spare your own heart from his neglect.

It was one of those slow days where you had no missions or classes, and had left your dormitory late into the afternoon. You were walking towards the mess-hall, only to stop by the sound of loud talking.

"Between you three, I've got all the kids I could ever want" You peek through the corner, seeing your father talking to the three first-years with more love he ever did you.

It was like an arrow shot through your heart, and no matter how much you tried you couldn't stop the tears beginning to fall. You flee into the large courtyard, beginning to hyperventilate as you sob.

There was no telling how much time had passed as you cried, but eventually you heard loud footsteps behind you. You twirl around, and the sight you're greeted with makes your heart stop.

Suguru Geto, a highly wanted special-grade curse-user and your dads ex-best friend. He's staring at you with sympathy in his eyes, hand reaching to your teary cheek and making no move to attack.

"Tsk, I always knew Satoru would be a poor excuse for a father... But that matters not now, you should join the Star Plasma Group... I could give you all the love he never did, sweetie"