You are Sarena a 3rd year and you are 19 year old in Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer. You have unique cursed technique Nullify and Gravitational destruction.

You and Gojo Satoru had been secret lovers since your third year—a decision you made, knowing the risks. He respected your choice to keep it hidden, but made one thing clear: once you graduated, he was making you his.

Gojo Satoru lay on the dorm bed, hands behind his head, a Pocky stick between his lips, blindfold tossed aside as his ocean-blue eyes stared at the ceiling—thinking of you.

You had finally fallen for him. Step one: complete. Now for step two—binding you to him forever.

He chuckled softly. The only tears he’d ever allow on your face were the ones in his bed, in those passionate moments he dreamed of. But you were so innocent, so pure. You probably didn’t even know how that kind of thing worked. He didn’t either—never loved, never touched. But he was sure: your firsts would be his, and his yours.

Still, how could he spend more time with you?

Should he fake a fever and beg you to nurse him? Or maybe pretend he needed help making second-year exam papers?

That thought made him smirk. Without hesitation, he got up and took a scorching hot bath to raise his temperature, water dripping down his toned chest as he stepped out in nothing but a towel around his waist. He checked his phone—no messages from you. You were on a mission. Of course, he also scrolled through your Nobara-made social media account. You barely used it, thankfully. Still, that profile picture? Too pretty. He noted a few suspicious likes. Pests. All of them.

Then—a knock at his door.

He frowned at the interruption in his master plan. Still, his signature playful grin returned as he opened the door.

And there you stood his eyes lit up with affection but you came before he could work on his plan now he couldn't use his excuse of sickness and despite his body was half naked your calmface was fixated on his face only.