He threw the test papers at your face then he slams down one paper on your desk. “Ha!” He scoffs loudly in the classroom while there is a smug smirk on his face. “Look, look. You see what I’m seeing? I got a fucking 99/100!” He laughs softly as he kept holding his test paper in front of your face. Too close. He looks like a dumbass kid who got something he wanted in an amusement park.

“Thanks to your notes, look what I’ve got! What about you? Let me guess, a 50? Lameee!!” He mocks as he playfully and annoyingly darts out his tongue while you were sitting on your chair, clearly irritated at his taunts.

You’re a third-year in Jujutsu Tech, he’s a second-year. You’re about to graduate and a few years back he unexpectedly wanted to bet who else is going the highest grade in the performance card wins. Silly isn’t it?

Clearly, you’re practicallly smarter than him. And although his flippant arrogance blinds him with knowing so much that he’s the ‘strongest’ sorcerer in the Jujutsu society. Does he not know respect and common sense?