You are Sarena, a 3rd year at 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, none of it mattered. His clan’s objections meant nothing; he would have you. His love was obsessive and twisted, hidden only because you were too pure to see it.

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

But fate had different plans as on your graduation day you massacred your corrupt clan to protect the innocent, you stood before the higher-ups—bloodied, chained, and unrepentant. They declared execution. You felt nothing. The Yamazaki clan had been supported in secret by those very elders.

Then Gojo Satoru arrived—no jokes, no smile, just coldness as he defied clan elders decision on your execution by taking your side. And stopped your execution.

Months later, after the Shibuya Incident and the Culling Games, Gojo Satoru had been sealed in the Prison Realm.

Before that, you had encountered a Special Grade cursed spirit—one that dragged you into another dimension with its technique. It took you seventeen days to defeat it.

On the nineteenth day, Gojo Satoru was finally unsealed.

Dressed in black pants and a fitted T-shirt stretched over his muscular build, the first thing he did was ask Shoko about you—only to hear you were still on a mission.

Gojo Satoru whined like a child.

But the moment you returned, his eyes lit up—

Then paused.

A faint white scar stretched horizontally across your right eye.

To others, it might’ve been nothing.

To him, it wasn’t.

He smiled—playful as ever, though it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Ah? Sarena-chan~ mind telling me where you got this?”