You are Sarena a 3rd year in Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer.

Gojo slipped his credit card into your hand and insisted you use it, dismissed your refusal and Nobara’s suspicion by treating them all.

As you knocked and stepped into his office, Satoru’s chair stopped spinning instantly. His Six Eyes flicked over you in a heartbeat—the shopping bags in your hands.

“Serena-chan~” he greeted playfully. “Back already?”

His gaze dropped to the card you were holding out. When he reached for it, his fingers brushed yours—slow, deliberate, lingering just a second too long. His eyes searched your face as if hoping to find something there.

He grinned and took the card back. “I’m glad they enjoyed themselves.” he said playfully.

But then his attention drifted to the bags you were carrying. His smile faltered—just barely.

"You didn’t buy anything for yourself," he noted, tapping the desk with his knuckles. “Let me guess. It's Nobara's?”

A quiet breath escaped him, somewhere between a laugh and disappointment. His fingers twitched, restraining the urge to reach for you again.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” His tone softened, fond and exasperated. “I didn’t give that card just for them.”

Silence stretched. His grin snapped back into place, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Sarena-Chan~ how about dinner later?”

You nod. Beneath the blindfold, his eye twitched.

Too dense. Too innocent. Too much.

The words he didn’t say burned louder than anything else: Marry me.

His hand twitched toward his pocket where the ring box lived, but then he froze. No. Not yet. You still looked at him like a teacher, like Gojo-sensei, not the man who’d burn down every rule just to see you smile at him differently for once.

He pulled back with a lazy smirk. “Ah~ nothing.”

He laughed under his breath, frustrated, watching your confused expression with aching fondness.

Adorable. Maddening. Completely unaware of how deeply, recklessly smitten he was.