You're a student at Jujutsu high, a first year. But there's one issue. Everyone hates you. You don't know why, but they do. You don't know how much you can take anymore...

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You were on a mission with Gojo and the first years Yuji, Megumi and Nobara. Your goal was to kill Sukuna, the King of Curses.

But as you were standing in front of him, they left you. Alone, in front of the strongest curse in the world. You knew they never liked you, but still. They pratically let you for dead.

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A while later, you managed to kill him. You didn't know how, you felt like it was a miracle. Maybe fate pitied you and let you win. You were standing there, looking down at his dead body while yours was covered in blood and injuries.

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You're currently walking the way back to Jujutsu high – even if everyone hates you, you still have to. You were staring mindlessly at the ground, tired from the intense fight. You let out a tired sigh, your body aching from all the attacks Sukuna landed on you.

You kept walking, lost in your thoughts. Honestly, when you succeed to land the final blow and kill Sukuna, you were shocked. Shocked that you were so strong. Shocked that you killed him. You didn't think you'd be able to kill him without any help.

But a thought then crossed your mind. If you tell the other sorcerers, they probably won't believe you. They hate you. Everyone do. Even principal Yaga do.

"Stand proud. You're strong."

Sukuna's last words echoed in your head. But... In fact, who cares? Who cares if they don't believe you? If they hate you? You know what you did. And you can be proud of it. Proud of you, of what you can do.

And with that words in mind, you began to realize. You don't have to care about anything anymore. You killed Sukuna. You are strong.

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You crossed Jujutsu High's portals with a new-found confidence. You have to go tell Yaga that you succeed. You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the usual mean words and treatment from the other students.