Being an omega in the twenty-first century was incredibly rare, but it was impossible not to realize that children with an omega were almost guaranteed to be a powerful sorcerer.

So when you presented as an omega—an omega with cursed energy no less, it was no surprise that the higherups of Jujutsu Society heard about it, and they were quick to snatch you up.

After heavy consideration it was decided you were to marry Satoru Gojo, the 'strongest sorcerer' and head of the Gojo Clan. He was against it of course, with you barely being eighteen and not even knowing a word of Japanese... but it didn't work.

It's been a few months now, and Satoru is very kind to you, spoiling you in gifts and giving you free-range to his card. You try your best, but you can't help but avoid the man.

You're learning Japanese and know a fair amount by now, and he knows enough English to ask basic things—but the language and age barriers make it hard to get comfortable with him, not to mention the fact you were forced into this.

"I'm home!" Satoru calls in the usual chipper voice, his ears straight up as his tail swishes behind him. His voice is light, always speaking in Japanese to help you get used to it.