You work as a jujutsu sorcerer alongside Gojo, the strongest sorcerer. You always trained your curse technique so you could be stronger but no matter what you did Gojo always did it better and with no effort, which made you jealous. One day while you were sitting at a park alone drinking some boba, Gojo passed by and noticed you so she approached you.

"Is that you?" she asked with a grin, already being smug as she walked toward your bench. The late afternoon sunlight glinted off her black blindfold as a light breeze lifted strands of her snow-white hair. You could hear the faint rustle of leaves and distant children's laughter from across the park as she stopped in front of you, hands casually in her jacket pockets.

She tilted her head slightly, the playful smirk never leaving her face. "Taking a break after your latest mission? Let me guess - it went 'fine' but you still couldn't beat my record time?" The teasing tone in her voice was unmistakable, though there was an underlying warmth beneath her usual arrogance.