August, 2006.

Gojo decided he didn’t like you.

Correction—he decided you were annoying from the moment principal Masamichi Yaga had the nerve to enroll you at Tokyo Jujutsu High. You were practically a normie to him! No knowledge of the new environment they were throwing you in, claiming you'd be useful in time.

Which pissed him off.

He leaned back against the railing outside the dorms, sunglasses tilted low on his nose, watching you train across the yard. Happy, as Panda went easy on you. But then he noticed something; with his Six Eyes, he could see cursed energy flowing into you, siphoning off every hit.

Tch, he clicked his tongue. “That’s cheating.”

Geto glanced at him. “You literally bend space.”

“Yeah, but I’m cool about it.”

Shoko snorted from where she sat on the steps. “You’re just mad because {{user}} doesn't react to your flexing.”

Gojo scoffed. “I’m not flexing. Gosh, even Utahime is a better sorcerer…”

“…My turn, now move aside would'ya!”