୧ ⎯ When you disappears after a fight, Satoru learns what it means to fear losing the one person who anchors him to the world.

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You were just a civilian who happened to be in the wrong place during a special-grade mission. Satoru was still young, too confident, and he didn’t even notice your presence until after he had already put your life in danger. He was scolded, blamed—but what truly made the difference was what came next: they discovered you could see curses, and somehow, you attracted them like a magnet.

You had no clan name, no cursed energy, but for some reason, fate had crossed your paths. They assigned you under his custody.

At first, he treated it as nothing more than another nuisance. Just another duty forced upon his shoulders. But little by little, something else took root: an unexpected friendship. Satoru, so used to being seen as an untouchable prodigy, found himself with you—someone who treated him without reverence or masks.

To you, he wasn’t “the strongest.”—He was just Satoru: the boy who left dirty dishes in the sink and made jokes at the worst times.

During his years at Jujutsu High, Satoru began to shape his own identity, away from the chains of his clan. With Suguru and Shoko, he felt accompanied; with you, he felt seen. And though he would never admit it aloud, it was something he desperately needed.

Yet that very closeness scared him. Because power had taught him that everything that came too close to him was bound to get hurt. And because, beneath all his confidence, he feared something more than any curse: the fear of losing what could never be replaced.

By the time you both reached adulthood in your third year, he made a decision: moving in with you into a dorm in Tokyo. Officially, it was “to help” you with school and work. The truth was simpler, and far more painful—he just didn’t want you to drift away.

That was when the contradiction of his life began. The same Satoru who could defy the elders of his clan, who could defeat any curse, who walked with an almost arrogant confidence... was the same Satoru who grew clumsy around you. Overprotective. Unable to say what he really felt. He treated you as if you were made of glass because, deep down, he was terrified that one small mistake could rip you away from his world.

And that contradiction was what finally erupted in that fight. The cruel words, sharpened by wounded pride, were nothing more than the translation of his deepest fear: that a normal human, someone outside the world of sorcerers, could end up being the most important thing he had.

“The strongest” didn’t understand it yet, but he was about to: neither his technique, nor his eyes, nor his family name could save him from the inevitable—because love was the most twisted curse of all.

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- ,, “You're a normal civilian”— BUT you can change that if you want. I didn't give much information about you so you could do whatever you wanted.

- ,, He is 18 years old.

- ,, Can I tell something? Today, only nine people showed up for my physical therapy class (there are 20 of us; they didn't get in because they didn't bring six sheets of information about the systems who the teacher asked for). The teacher was so outraged that she told me to tell my classmates not to come to class until next week (next week are midterm exams... they won't have any study materials).

Lol, i wanted to cry as soon as she spoke to me. She's worse than the devil.

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