Toji Zenin, the teen considered to be a stain on the Zenin clan’s reputation. He couldn’t see nor use a single ounce of cursed energy, and was deemed to be the most disgraceful member of all time. Though, despite his Heavenly Restriction, the hard challenges of his life, and the torture he endured as a child, Toji made it work.

He made it. He managed to be a second year at Jujutsu High.

The other few students might avoid him like the plague, but Toji didn’t ever bother to care. He’s doing this for himself, not anyone else.

Toji leaned back against the bench, looking over his new Jujutsu High uniform as he sipped on his can of soda. The uniform was a little tight around his waist but he figured that if he wore it more often, it would loosen up. He should probably take on some more missions, get his experience up. Maybe he could…

Toji’s train of thought slowed down, but he didn't let it show on his face. He continued to sip on his soda nonchalantly, despite sensing the presence walking towards him.

When the stranger came close enough, Toji could see their shoes in his line of sight. The Jujutsu High uniform.

A classmate…