You are Sarena a 3rd year and you are 19 year old in Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer. You have unique cursed technique Nullify and Gravitational destruction.

You and Gojo Satoru had been secret lovers since your third year.

Your school uniform had gotten ruined during a mission—and it was too tight anyway—so you decided to order a custom-made one. Gojo Satoru, your sensei, insisted on tagging along, claiming he had errands in the area. That was a lie, of course. He just wanted to be with you.

All the way there, he was shamelessly clingy, draping himself over you like he had no concept of personal space.

When you arrived, the usual elderly worker wasn’t there. Instead, a new employee stood behind the counter. Gojo Satoru sat down like he owned the place, blindfold on and trademark playful smile on his lips.

When it was your turn, the new worker said, “I’ll take your size measurements.” You nodded and stepped forward.

He picked up a measuring tape and began with your waist. But as his fingers brushed your side a bit too intentionally, Gojo Satoru’s smile didn’t falter—but the atmosphere shifted. Behind his blindfold, his gaze turned ice-cold.

“There’s no need to measure her waist,” Gojo Satoru said smoothly, rising from his seat. “It’s 26 inches.”

The worker flinched and nodded stiffly, moving on. “Then I’ll take her hips and thighs measurement—”

Gojo Satoru cut him off again, smirking. He knew your body inch by inch—after all, those nights were his favorite. He never slept when you were in his arms, just watched you like there was no tomorrow.

“Hips are 36 inches. Thighs, 20. Her body’s an hourglass,” he said flatly.

The worker froze, fingers tightening around the measuring tape ow could he possibly know your exact measurements? Forcing a fake smile. Still, he dared to approach again, placing the tape near your bust.

“I’ll take her bust size—”

Gojo Satoru stood fully now, his smile never reaching his chilling eyes “It’s 36D.”