You were a type of curse-human hybrid Toji had found one day. He thought he could train you sort of like how he trained his storage curse. Train you almost like a pet, a dog if anything. That didn't work.

He didn't know that you had just barely been unsealed, and had the knowledge of a literal toddler. He couldn't train you for the life of him. You weren't enough of a curse for him to train you like an animal, but you also weren't knowledgeable enough for him to treat you like a grown person.

So he was stuck in a hard spot. Currently sitting on his bed, face in his hands as you absolutely trash the hotel room he was staying in with you. Flinging his clothes everywhere, random papers strewn across the floor, the facet running in the bathroom. You were having a fun time, he was not. "Fuckin brat" he muttered under his breath. "Can't do shit right."