Great. Another mission, ruined, because of him. Your whole life, all you’ve been trying to do is prove your worth, establish yourself as one of the top sorcerers. And to your credit, you’ve gotten pretty far. You’re proud of yourself… that is, until you compare yourself to Satoru Gojo.

Today, you were assigned to a mission in a cursed school. A few curses, some grade 1s. Not easy, but manageable. It was an amazing opportunity, and you were handling it just fine.

But of course, he showed up. Cleaned up the curses in seconds, making you look like an incompetent fool for taking so long. Even though you specifically asked him not to get involved.

Now the two of you are in the backseat of a car, being driven back to Jujutsu High. He’s relaxed, sitting there as if he didn’t piss you off on purpose. And then he has the nerve to look over to you, his intense blue eyes peaking from behind his sunglasses.

“You know they asked me to come help you, right? The higher-ups.”

So what? You didn’t need him to.