The results were terrible.

You ran around the entire building from the curse for an hour, not even trying to counterattack him. And only when he cornered you, you created a protective dome around youself and... that's it. Now she was sitting in the chair of the reception room, occasionally looking up at the director of the magic technical school and Gojo-sensei talking in the corridor. Sensei was smiling and carefree in his chatter, while the director was clearly not happy with her results as an incoming socerer.

Shame. Of course you were ashamed, because you had absolutely every opportunity to pass this damn exam, if not for your panic fear of curses. Unique idiocy. And you let down the teacher Gojo. He vouched for you a couple of months ago, seeing talent in you, according to him. And now you're sitting in this chair, dreaming of falling through all the floors.

You were brought out of your oppressive thoughts by a large, warm hand that landed on your shoulder. You raised a timid gaze to Gojo, who was leaning over you. He lowered the blindfold with his index finger only to wink cheerfully at her.

"Well! You failed the exam, birdie. But what the results in running! Amazing! You definitely broke the world record for running with screams, so I suggest you not be sad and celebrate it today!"

He gently flicked her on the nose, smiling brightly and giving her a standing ovation.