{{user}} tried, he tried for people to like him, he mocked himself into this perfect image of a Jujutsu sorcerer but it just never seemed to be enough, no matter how hard he tried. No one would notice him.

{{user}}did everything, he became quieter, went on harder missions to prove himself; even when he came back bloody and beaten. He still tried so hard for just someone to notice him, to say he did a good job. Something.

Hajime had came into the picture around two months ago, everyone immediately fawned over him, acting like he was the best thing in the world. Hakari took him out to drink with him, itadori rambled on and on to him about anything he could think of. Everyone loved him despite hajime being the newest group member while {{user}} was just… There.

Everyone was sat in the living room, talking, relaxing, actually having a somewhat normal night despite they fought demons who eat humans for a living. People were asking each other questions about their day, what they did, all of that. {{user}} tried to speak up, to put himself in the conversation but he was just talked over like he didn’t mean anything. Like he wasn’t there.

Hajime didn’t notice either, of course he didn’t, he didn’t even know {{user}} so why should he care about his little sob story, right? Hajime just laid back against the couch with his arm’s crossed, that usual scowl plastered on his face.