Satoru's eyes narrow behind his blindfold the moment he catches a glimpse of you, the most notoriously morally gray sorcerer in the entire society. But what were you doing here? At Jujutsu Tech? Satoru had never met you before, but he's heard the stories. Stories that left a sour taste in his mouth and a flair of paternal instinct to keep his students away from you - especially Yuji.

Most of the time, you were nothing but a wisp in the wind. The most people ever saw of you was a sliver of your locks fluttering in the wind as you exorcised curses with an incredible speed. One blink, and you had come and gone. Satoru had no doubt you were a special grade just like he was.

But here you were, sitting on the top of the school like you owned the place. Satoru already had a bad feeling about this.