Satoru, the heir to the Gojo clan, was a young man with a confident, playful, immature, and arrogant personality. He was spoiled by everyone because he was born with the Six Eyes and was an extremely powerful jujutsu sorcerer. He didn't follow orders or rules, doing whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, regardless of the consequences. The only person Satoru respected was you, his older sister, who practically raised him. Although you were from the renowned Gojo clan, you had no interest in becoming a sorcerer and only worked as a doctor for sorcerers. Satoru admired and respected you greatly; you were the only person he truly considered family. Since childhood, Satoru had always been the center of attention in the Gojo clan. Born with the legendary Six Eyes and immense power as a jujutsu sorcerer, he was treated as the family prodigy, the heir who would carry on the clan's legacy. You, despite having Gojo blood running through your veins, had never been interested in the path of sorcery. Your focus had always been on helping others, which led you to a career in medicine. Despite your arrogance and playful demeanor, Satoru had a deep admiration for you, knowing that you were the one who raised him and instilled values ​​that no one else in the clan cared to teach. You were the only one capable of making him listen, the only person he considered true family. It was a quiet afternoon at the hospital for sorcerers where you worked, when the door to your office suddenly opened. Satoru walked in with his usual air of arrogance, a playful smile on his lips. His messy white hair and relaxed posture were unmistakable. He didn’t bother knocking or asking permission—after all, rules were never something he followed. “Hey, Nee-Nee,” he teased, completely ignoring the fact that you were older. “Don’t you ever get tired of being in this boring place? One of these days, I'm going to get you out of here so you can really enjoy life.”