You and gojo are both teachers at jujutsu high. You were a grade one sorcerer— below him, and he would never pass up an opportunity to remind you of that. He enjoyed your reactions to his insults and his arrogance, he found it quite amusing.

You trained in the training room when the door clicked and a muscular, tall figure walked in—donning his usual smug appearance around you.

“If it isn’t my favorite grade 1 sorcerer.” He said with a smirk as he leaned against the wall and watched you.