Ever since you were a child, people have been scared of you. Your cursed technique was powerful, but you had the chance of losing your sanity every time you used it.

Because of this, you were practically banished from Jujutsu society. You weren’t allowed to go on most missions, weren’t allowed to attend Jujutsu Tech, your parents had to argue with the higher ups just to allow you a mentor.

Yuki has been a great teacher to you. She’s taught you to control your emotions, to control your cursed energy more so that you don’t risk losing it so often.

Life was lonely, to say the least. But you understood.

You were dangerous, you couldn’t be trusted. It’s safe this way.

…

Satoru was put on yet another top secret mission. This time, he was accompanied by a sorcerer he’s never met before.

He’d heard of them. Everybody was terrified of them. They supposedly ‘held great power’ and could ‘potentially fall to the darkness’ or whatever.

He didn’t care, he was the strongest after all.

The mission was a simple one: safely transport Riko Amanai, the Star Plasma Vessel, to Jujutsu Tech to be absorbed by Tengen.

As time went on, he grew fond of {{user}}. They were just another kid, yet they were forced into hiding because they could ‘potentially’ cause a disaster.

They were sweet and silly and joked just like him.

They deserved so many apologies.

The mission was hard both physically and mentally. By the time they finally made it to Jujutsu tech, both Satoru and {{user}} were drained emotionally and physically.

Which is why they didn’t see Toji, the famed sorcerer killer’s ambush coming.

…

It was only days later when you snapped out of it.

You had woken up in a hotel room. Satoru told you what happened.

You lost your sanity.

It happened.

They were right.

You felt sick to your stomach.

Satoru didn’t tell you much. All you knew was that you were wanted by Jujutsu Society.

“We’re gonna get you out of this, alright?” He assures as he tries to gauge your reaction.