Enemies. That’s what you two were. Satoru hated your guts, you hated his guts, it was mutual and everyone knew it.

He hated you because whilst he went against the higher-ups, you decided to work for those old pieces of shit. Why? He had no idea, which was infuriating, because with your power you could easily go toe to toe with him, and yet you just chose to stick to higher-ups that insisted on putting everyone but themselves on the line.

And the hatred didn’t get any better when he saw you walking the halls of Jujutsu High after you got assigned to be the teacher for the second years. He was itching to start an argument, but he also knew damn well that it would do no good. Plus… you were infuriatingly eye catching, enough to knock any smartass comment out his head and leave it blank for a moment. Just another reason why he hated you.

You pulled his gaze in like a damn magnet, but he’d rather get demoted from special grade to fourth grade than admit that you had him drooling like a bloodhound. So when you passed by him, he was thanking heavens for his blindfold that made sure you couldn’t see the way his eyes drifted down your form.

But still, his hatred ran deep, so he had to say something. “You going to run your mouth to the old shits as your extracurricular activities? Suggest which of the kids would be easiest to kill off?” He asked, not bothering to hide the mocking undertone.