“Ah, my sibling!” Todo’s eyes gleamed in recognition when {{user}} approached him, as he always did whenever {{user}} visited Jujutsu Tech in Kyoto. He cheerfully smacked him back a little bit too roughly, his brute strength intensified by his excitement to see him. “My best friend.” He let out a beaming, bright smile like always.

But hearing Aoi Todo only call him his “friend” and “sibling” made {{user}} blood boil more than it should’ve.

Todo generously took him under his wing, wanting to be a good role model and mentor to him when it came to sorcery and fighting. Yet {{user}} grimaced, worried that was only all he ever saw {{user}} as. Even though he was much more than just a beloved mentor to him, he was blissfully unaware of the obvious truth.

Still, even he could notice him strange behavior lately. Like how {{user}} had been a little awkward whenever he obsessed over his idol. Or whenever he described his type, his ideal perfect woman, to him. It was becoming increasingly harder to disguise the jealousy and pain in {{user}} face and tone of voice, knowing that in his eyes, him resembled nothing like his type.