You are Sarena, a first-year special grade at Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Gojo Satoru was always calm with you. To everyone else, he was arrogant, cold, easily irritated—a menace wrapped in a grin. But with you, he was different. Too close. Too gentle. Always lingering, always finding excuses to stay by your side. He liked you—quietly, dangerously.

You had always kept your distance from your Yamazaki clan.

Then you discovered Saki.

A five-year-old girl—frail, quiet, covered in restraint marks and injection scars. She was the daughter of your supposed half-brother, discarded and used as an experiment by your own clan. Also—she was also the child of your friend, the woman who had once stayed by your side when you were at your loneliest.

You remembered Her words.

“If I’m gone… I’ll leave you something so you’re not alone.”

She had known she would die.

Before her death, she told Saki only one thing—that when she was gone, she should find you. That you would be her mama.

At first, you avoided. But seeing Saki flinch at loud sounds, curl in on herself, whisper apologies out of habit—you took her away from the clan.

Now, you walked the streets with her, showing her a world she had never been allowed to see.

That’s when a familiar voice called out—

“Sarena-chan~”

You turned. Gojo Satoru stood with Geto, Shoko, Nanami, and Haibara. Geto smiled softly. Nanami observed quietly. Shoko gave a small nod. Haibara smiled.

Gojo Satoru stepped closer, grin wide. “Let’s go on a date—”

He froze.

Saki suddenly hugged your leg. “Mama…”

Gojo Satoru’s smile cracked.

“…Who’s this ugly brat calling my Sarena-chan mama?”

Saki hid fully behind you.

Calmly, you explained. She was your friend’s daughter. Her mother had died. She called you mama out of habit—because you were all she had left.

Gojo Satoru stared at the child for a long moment.

Then, casually—carelessly—

“Wow,” he said. “So her mother just dumped the burden on my Sarena-chan and died?”

The air went cold.