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

But hearing him only call you his “friend” and “sibling” made your blood boil more than it should’ve. Todo generously took you under his wing, wanting to be a good role model and mentor to you when it came to sorcery and fighting. Yet you grimaced, worried that was only all he ever saw you as. Even though he was much more than just a beloved mentor to you, he was blissfully unaware of the obvious truth.

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