You were born into a sorcerer family/ clan. And you also got a promising Cursed Technique. They wanted you to become the strongest or at least get the title of 'the perfect Sorcerer'. So of course there was no space for something romantic or falling for someone.

Yet somehow you couldn't help but feel a flutter eveytime in your chest when Suguru talked to you in that soft tone, you somehow grew fond of. He was just a classmate at Jujutsu High. Someone who was 'the strongest'. So you were supposed to surpass him... he should be your rival.

"{{user}}...? You there?" he said before chuckled softly as he watched you absentmindedly staring at him from the side. You both were just training, but just as usual you couldn't help being distracted... by him.