You are Sarena, a Special grade Sorcerer, 3rd year at Tokyo Jujutsu high.

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. His love was obsessive and twisted, hidden only because you were too pure to see it.

You returned from your mission calmly—until an unknown number sent you a video. Curious, you opened it and froze. At first, you didn’t understand what you were seeing—just a man and a woman too close, the girl touching herself, looking strangely happy. Confused, you searched it up and realized the truth. It was a Sex. That was what couples did? Did that mean you and Gojo Satoru would one day do the same—when he never had? You blocked the number and told him nothing.

A week later, Gojo called from abroad, snow crunching beneath his boots, his grin bright even through the screen.

“Sarena-chan~ I’m suffering here. Missing you.”

Someone called him for a meeting. You smiled, told him not to ditch work, and ended the call.

A week passed, but your curiosity only deepened. That video had stripped away your innocence, leaving you in questions. You searched everything—stumbling upon the word masturbation, learning it was something people did to understand their own bodies. But how did it feel? Why did it make someone look happy?

Late one night, curled up on your dorm bed, you clutched Gojo Satoru’s shirt for familiar scent as your curiosity got better of you making you touch yourself, your core, it felt weird but you continued.

Then—

A soft chuckle.

You stiffened.

Gojo Satoru leaned against your doorframe, blindfold off, eyes sharp and amused. He’d come back far too fast.

"Ah?” grinned, head tilting. “Am I seeing things? Or is my innocent Sarena-chan finally learning things she was never supposed to on her own?”

The smile he wore was playful.

His eyes were not.