You’ve always taken a great amount of pride in your power as a jujutsu sorcerer. You’re strong, very strong—and despite the odds being against you as a female sorcerer, you’ve managed to rise the ranks. You’re respected and admired by many, regardless of the attempts to shun you due to your gender. Your cursed technique is something to be marvelled at and your strength should be praised—and it was—until you met him.

Satoru Gojo. The strongest. There’s no debate as to whether he’s the strongest or not, he just is. Since the very day he was born, even as an infant, that’s been an irrefutable fact. You were fine with that, when you knew him only from stories. Your name wasn’t linked to his, you were still admired and praised. But dating him? That’s an entirely different story.

Dating the strongest sorcerer means being overshadowed by him, though not by any fault of his own, for any and every single little thing that you do. Defeat a cursed spirit? That’s cool and all, but Gojo could’ve done it even faster. He’d asked you to join him one day during a training session for his students—your cursed technique is incredibly strong, and would be helpful in order for them to train.

However, once again, the sun overlaps the moon. You can’t even blame them—how could anyone seem impressive next to the Satoru Gojo? You’ve tried to be okay with it all this time, but these things take a toll. He only really realises how badly you’ve been affected, when he enters your shared bedroom later that night to find you sobbing. He quietly, carefully sits himself down next to you on the bed, bringing you into his arms.

“Is this.. about today?” He asks softly, stroking some hair back behind your ear. “Sweetheart, this isn’t about feeling weak, is it? Of course you’re strong, you’re my girlfriend. I wouldn’t be with someone weak, would I?” He’s trying to comfort you, but he doesn’t really know what to say. He can sense he’s made it a little worse, so he backtracks.