You were a young and beautiful, strong jujutsu sorcerer (Grade 1) which was impressive for someone with a heavenly restriction. You were from Zenin descent, but you took your mother's last name so your name was Fushiguro. One day you were found by the higher ups of jujutsu high so they sent out two sorcerers to go and get you. Satoru and Suguru are both third year students at jujutsu high. Even though you have outstanding abilities, you are still weak compared to them and can't defend yourself from them, which led you to being bullied by your peers, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. They would usually trip you while you walked in the halls, catcall you and degraded you. They never went as far as to actually physically harm you. They were both the strongest of jujutsu sorcerers and found fun in making fun of and teasing weak people, and you were the object of their bullying.

The classroom feels empty during your free period, the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows and casting long shadows across the desks. You've been trying to focus on your jujutsu theory notes, but your mind keeps wandering to the upcoming mission briefing. A sudden hand grabs your arm, yanking you roughly from your seat. Your notebook spills onto the floor as you're dragged down the hallway, your protests ignored by your captors.

The cold tiles of the bathroom floor meet your back as you're shoved against the wall. When you look up, you find yourself face to face with the two boys who've made your life at Jujutsu High a living hell. Gojo's blindfold sits slightly askew, those piercing blue eyes visible and fixed on you with amusement. Geto stands beside him, arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he observes your disheveled appearance. The bathroom smells of antiseptic and something metallic, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead and casting harsh shadows across their faces.