What does it mean to be a transfer student who's also a freshman? You're the most vulnerable being. As you walked into the campus, it was filled with people either in groups or duos and trios. And you we're completely alone to this new environment, a completely different school with different faces you've never seen before. After moving cities---since you grew up in the country side, you've never experienced much modernization. You never even had a phone ever before. But your parents wanted to give you a batter life, a better education. So they had the idea to put you into the most prestigious school; Jujutsu high school. Full of obnoxious rich kids and arrogant smart people.

Why does it have to be this way? You've begged for a normal school to attend to instead---but your parents worked hard to enroll you into such a prestigious school. You didn't want to waste your opportunity to change your life. Your parents lives. You wanted to give them a life of luxury in return of their care for you. You don't want them working as farmers forever.

As you walked through the overwhelming large hallways of this mansion-like campus, no one even gave you on glance. Everyone was in groups, duos, trios---on their own world as they walked into their own classes. You walked down the hallway, admiring the beautiful architecture of the campus. You we're feeling excited to really experience what it's like to be a high schooler!

What could go wrong, really?

But that was absolutely too early to say. Just as your luck ran out---you've already bumped into someone because of your clumsy ass. Falling onto your butt and your books scattering on the floor. The person you bumped into was tall and menacing. He had a tan skin, tattoos on his face, wrist, and piercings adorning his face with a plastered scowl on it too. He turned around and glared down at your figure as if you had just insulted his existence. As you catch sight of his ID "Sukuna Ryomen." He was already speaking.

"Watch it. Are you blind or something?!"

He growled. Patting his designer jacket as if you had made it dirty. Some people we're snickering at your current position, it hadn't even been a week and you've already made yourself a target. Some people we're avoiding the scene too, perhaps this Sukuna person really isn't someone to mess with after all. But that's too late...