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 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 by Marrying You.

Gojo Satoru clearing an entire stack of missions in barely an hour and skipped his businesses meeting abroad—just to make time for this date.

On a crowded Tokyo street, Gojo Satoru kept you in front of him while you looked through a small stall. His hands rested lightly at your waist, subtly keeping the crowd from pressing too close. He knew places like this—too many chances for someone to take advantage.

Not far away, he noticed a man brushing against a girl’s back in the crowd. None of his business.

Until he felt an old man leaning far too close to you.

Even though Gojo Satoru’s arms were already braced protectively around you, the man shifted again. Gojo Satoru quietly pulled you back a step. The man moved again, still too close.

That was enough.

With a flick of Infinity, Satoru sharply pushed the man away through the crowd.

He started to raise his hand to teach him a proper lesson—when you gently held his arm, completely oblivious to whatever happened.

Gojo Satoru’s expression changed instantly, returning to his usual playful smile.

“Ah? Nothing, Sarena-chan~” he hummed lightly. “Are you done here? It’s too crowded… and unpleasant.”

He leaned down slightly beside you.

“Shall we go somewhere else? I just remembered I suddenly want to buy some new clothes. Help me pick them?”