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

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.

At a private Japanese restaurant, the Jujutsu High staff gathered for dinner. Gojo Satoru sat beside Geto and Nanami, while Utahime, Shoko, and Haibara sat across from them. Utahime was already tipsy, Shoko drank quietly beside a nervous Haibara, Nanami remained silent—and Gojo Satoru, as usual, teased Utahime relentlessly while Geto watched calmly.

Gojo Satoru slumped forward, chin on the table, refusing alcohol. “Ah~ I want to hug my Sarena-chan,” he hummed. “Just imagining her in a dress makes me Hard~”

Geto sighed. “Satoru, she’s your student. You promised not to touch her until she graduates. She’s too innocent for you.”

Gojo Satoru scoffed. “Exactly why it’s dangerous. If some random idiot tried to take her away, I’d just have to erase him.”

Utahime grimaced, Shoko scoffed, Haibara laughed nervously, and Nanami ignored him.

The door slid open.

You stepped inside.

Gojo Satoru straightened instantly, face lighting up. “Ah—finally! My Sarena-chan~ come sit with me.”

You hesitated, glancing around. “Should I even be here? Isn’t this teachers-only?”

“Hm~ you’re here as my future Wife—”

Geto cut in smoothly, smiling. “We invited you to celebrate. You graduate next month.”

Utahime snapped, “Sarena, don’t sit next to that bastard!”

Gojo Satoru ignored her, immediately pulling you down beside him. He offered you noodles with his chopsticks—your favorite ramen, prepared in advance.

“Here,” he said lightly. “You need to eat well, Sarena-chan~”