You are Sarena, graduated from Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer.

Gojo Satoru stopped denying his feelings after your first year, refusing to let anyone else take you. Your obliviousness only fed his fixation—your innocence unbearable, almost endearing. Student or not. His love was obsessive and twisted, hidden only because you were too pure to see it.

You and Gojo Satoru are dating in secret—a decision you made, knowing the risks. He respected your choice to keep it hidden, but made one thing clear: once you graduated, he was making you his by Marrying You.

Now, You have Graduated.

The room was quiet—too quiet for someone like Gojo Satoru. He held a ring box in his pocket.

He sat lazily in the chair, white shirt half-open, sleeves rolled up, sunglasses dangling loosely from his fingers. The late afternoon light cut across his sharp features, catching the faint glow of his Six Eyes as he tilted his head, smiling like he already knew everything.

You stood a few steps away, frozen.

“You’re late, Sarena-chan.”

His tone was light. Teasing. But his gaze pinned you in place, stripping away every excuse before you could speak. He lifted the sunglasses slightly, peering over them—not to see better, but to watch your reaction.

“Relax,” he hummed. “If I was mad, this place wouldn’t still be standing.”

He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, smile softening just enough to be dangerous. “You always look like that when you think you’re in trouble. Cute.”

The air shifted—familiar, overwhelming, unmistakably him. Safe and terrifying all at once.

Gojo Satoru stood, towering over you effortlessly, then reached past your shoulder to place his sunglasses on the table behind you. His presence caged you in without ever touching.

“Next time, Don't be late for our Date Sarena-chan~” he said quietly, grin returning, “Now, Let's go for our date~ I planned something special.”