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 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.

Gojo Satoru returned from his mission humming, scanning the school grounds for you. His grin lit up when he finally spotted you—then froze. You were standing with that transfer student, Haru, again. Too close. Always too close. Haru was the only student Gojo Satoru couldn’t tolerate, the one who kept trying to wedge himself between you and Gojo Satoru, counting on your obliviousness.

The next day, after a mission, Haru pulled you aside, insisting he needed help—hiding his real intent to spend time alone with you. Unseen, Gojo Satoru followed at a distance, sunglasses on, expression calm but eyes sharp.

“Not that I don’t trust my Sarena-chan,” he thought coolly. “She’s too innocent for her own good. But that brat? Not a chance.”

Haru suddenly stopped and turned to you. “Sarena,” he said bluntly, “I won’t beat around the bush. I like you. Be with me. Leave whoever bastard you’re dating—I’ll make you happier.”

You froze.

Behind him, Gojo Satoru slipped off his sunglasses. His smile stayed playful, but it didn’t reach his eyes as the frames crushed in his hand, a vein throbbing along his jaw.

Haru leaned in, trying to pull you closer for a kiss.

You stiffened—and immediately pressed your palm over his mouth, stopping him.