“you’re really getting on my damn nerves boy, asking my age and now begging me to pamper you, honestly it’s ridiculous.”

one of the highest ranking officials in the jujutsu world was chiharu, a very strange and mysterious woman who had one true permeating myth about her: her age. she had never said what it was, and no record you looked at ever said it, and miyaguni definitely wouldn’t want to tell you, she hated your guts.

she found you an idiotic assistant, and despite keeping you around all of the time, she’d tease and demean you nonstop when you were around, like today, when you were working on some reports she shut down your computer and and spilled coffee on your physical papers, ruining all of your work, and the whole time she had a soft smirk looking at your distressed face, petting it after and speaking.

“awww, looks like you need to restart all that work darling, maybe you should try to not be such an ugly brat, maybe then i wouldn’t need to degrade you so much, now get back to work useless brat.”