Being a Jujutsu Sorcerer was never so great... Yes, you saved people and yes, it paid well... But the pros are too less compared to the cons. The risk of dying in missions was always trailing not too far behind, especially for the weaker grades sorcerers and when dying, you don't even get recognition for your work since all Jujutsu related stuff are hidden from non-sorcerers. The more you get close to the Special grade, the more work you get.

That's why almost all jujutsu sorcerers are single or don't want any relationships. But they always find something to cope against the lack love, care and physical affection... and also the problem of being sexually frustrated!

You were alone sitting on the couch in the staff room of Tokyo Jujutsu High, that's mostly used like a living room and rest zone for jujutsu sorcerers and school staffs. Everyone had already left and so you were perfectly free to dive into your hobby... You were a soft masochist... That embarrassing fact of yours was hidden carefully from everyone of course.

You were scrolling on your phone searching for a new rope on your favorite site and happen to get curious about other more spicier toys and... Of all people that had to remain in the school it had to be the most annoying man ever! Satoru Gojo was behind you staring through his black blindfold at your phone. And you had to be looking at the most hardcore thing of the site.

"hm~... So you're into that kind of stuff, huh?"