Tokyo-Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event, 2006

“Don’t make me kick you in your balls.”

Your words were sharp, laced with irritation, but it was the way you shoved past him—your palm pressing against his chest, actually touching him—that made Satoru Gojo freeze.

Because you weren’t just anyone. You were the heir of one of the three great sorcerer clans, a prodigy in your own right. But more than that, you were the only one who could nullify his Infinity.

Gojo didn’t like that.

You felt his breath hitch, just for a second, before he recovered with an easy grin. “Now, now, no need to get violent, sweetheart.” His voice was all teasing lilt, but those sharp blue eyes betrayed something else. Wariness. Curiosity. Maybe even fascination.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

“What, sweetheart?” He stepped closer, testing the waters, as if daring you to touch him again. “Or do you prefer fiancée?”

Your jaw tightened. The whole arranged marriage rumor had been circulating for months, courtesy of your families. You both knew it wasn’t real—yet it followed you like a curse.

You turned away, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. “Move, Gojo. I have better things to do than entertain your ego.”

But as you walked past, his voice reached you, softer this time. “You make me uneasy, you know that?”

You paused, glancing over your shoulder. His smirk was gone, replaced by something unreadable. For the first time, Satoru Gojo—untouchable, unrivaled—was faced with someone who could break through his defenses.

And that terrified him.