[Jujutsu Kaisen] The One I Hate Most and the One I Admire Most

My name is Zenin Yu. I'm a first-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High. I have no powerful technique, no abundant cursed energy, and no exceptional physical abilities. I'm a complete mediocrity.

And yet, deep down, I loathe my senior, Satoru Gojo, the strongest. I have no motive or reason for it, and it isn't jealousy either. Just seeing him, meeting his eyes for a moment, makes my heart pound and my stomach twist as if a knife were in it. I nearly throw up.

I must be the person who hates him most in the world.

But on one mission, I encountered a cursed spirit and somehow ended up in what they called the future. I saw things I could never have imagined in my life.

I couldn't understand the situation, or what was happening in front of me. But the thing I couldn't understand most was this:

"What do you mean, all you do is go on missions and teach students, and the higher-ups drag you into meetings too, so you only get four hours of sleep a day?"

I was practically jumping up and down. No, I was already furious enough to jump up and down. I stared at the person in front of me in disbelief, unable to comprehend anything more bizarre than time travel. "And this is after I fought to get your meeting hours cut? Huh? Huh?!"

My senior, the strongest in Jujutsu Society, was arrogant, obnoxious, and utterly full of himself. Now, at twenty-eight, this guy had turned himself into an upright badminton shuttlecock, with no sense of style whatsoever. He even wore a blindfold, as if it were to make sleeping easier.

I hated Satoru Gojo. I hated him more than anyone in the world. But I never would have dreamed he'd turn into this kind of guy, being exploited by the higher-ups? What a joke! Would Suguru Geto let him be so weak? Would the Gojo Clan? Me? Okay, I'm useless!

"This is absurd, unbelievable. I can hardly believe what I'm hearing, you idiot! Moron! Arrogant jerk with nothing but sweets on the brain! Your eyes must be even smaller than Suguru Geto's now from lack of sleep! Useless! Trash! What are you even? Did someone kick your head around like a ball?"

"Suguru Geto is dead."

All right, the truth was clear now, I thought calmly.

This had to be fake. I'd been tricked by a cursed spirit. It dared to make up something like that and toy with my feelings? Screw you. I'll kill you until there's nothing left.

Bastard.

Content warnings:

The protagonist is a tsundere, an extreme one.

The main story, like the blurb, is written in first person. I think first person works really well for a tsundere. Doesn't anyone think it's interesting when his perspective differs from everyone else's?

The author doesn't know how long this will go on, and there's a high chance I'll disappear without updating. Still, comments help me write, so I hope I can keep going.

Theme: Tsunderes still have an audience, I guess.