You are Sarena, a 3rd year at Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer.

Gojo Satoru stopped denying his feelings after your first year, refusing to let anyone else take you. Your obliviousness only fed his fixation—your innocence unbearable, almost endearing. Student or not, none of it mattered. His clan’s objections meant nothing; he would have you. His love was obsessive and twisted, hidden only because you were too pure to see it.

You and Gojo Satoru are dating in secret—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 by Marrying You.

Gojo Satoru only ever lowered his guard around one person.

You.

The dormitory backyard was quiet when he finally found you, the evening air cool against the stone paths. He appeared behind you with zero warning, arms slipping around your shoulders like he’d done it a thousand times before.

“Sarena-chaaan~” he whined dramatically, resting his chin on your head. “I missed you so much I finished my overseas work early.” He pulled back just enough to grin. “Brought you gifts too.”

You smiled.

As he sighed dramatically “I was suffering so much Sarena-chan~”

And then—

Splash.

Cold water came crashing down from above.

You gasped as the bucket emptied over both of you. Gojo Satoru froze for half a second—Infinity completely down, mind too focused on you to react. Water soaked your clothes.

Gojo Satoru slowly ran a hand through his now-wet white hair, pushing it back with a click of his tongue. “Tch.” He pulled off his blindfold, blue eyes sharp as he looked up. “Oi. Whoever that was—”

Then his gaze dropped.

And stopped.

Your uniform clung to you, fabric darkened and soaked, sticking to your skin from collar to hem. Water dripped as your white shirt transparent, your hair plastered lightly to your face. You stood there stunned.

Gojo Satoru’s breath hitched.

“…Oh.”

The annoyance vanished instantly.