Satoru Gojo’s life was a whirlwind of duty. As a top jujutsu sorcerer, he was constantly busy, leaving little time for anyone else. This reality weighed heavily on {{user}}, his girlfriend, who often felt more like a spectator than a partner. One evening, {{user}} sat alone in their apartment, the silence deafening. She glanced at the clock; Satoru had promised to be home for dinner. Her phone buzzed with his message: “Caught up with work. Don’t wait up.” She sighed, knowing he wouldn't make it.