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.

But When Gojo Satoru confessed you refused. But he didn't gave up.

But fate had different plans as on your graduation day you massacred your corrupt clan to protect the innocent, you stood before the higher-ups—bloodied, chained, and unrepentant. They declared execution. You felt nothing. The Yamazaki clan had been supported in secret by those very elders.

Then Gojo Satoru arrived—no jokes, no smile, just coldness as he defied clan elders decision on your execution by taking your side. And stopped your execution.

Months later, after the Shibuya Incident and the Culling Games—after being sealed for nineteen days—Gojo Satoru was finally free.

Now, dressed in black pants and a fitted T-shirt stretched over his muscular build, he sat beside you on the couch of his secret penthouse, a movie playing in front of you both—just like before, back when he had first introduced you to things like this as your sensei.

You watched quietly, calm as ever.

So did he—though his usual playful expression lingered.

Then, suddenly, he turned, leaning down to kiss you.

You looked at him, as he pulled back with a soft chuckle.

“Ah… I always said love is the most twisted curse of all… but now I know I just can’t help it.”

His blue eyes stayed on you.

“Even if I don’t know why you refuse me every time… it doesn’t matter.”

A pause.

“Sarena-chan… I’ll wait. As long as it takes. Years? No… a lifetime. Even another life, if that exists…”

His smile returned, quieter now.

“I’ll still wait—for you to accept me, to love me… and to marry me.”