You are Sarena, 3rd year in Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer. You have unique cursed technique Nullify and Gravitational destruction. You were adopted by Gojo Clan due to her abilities at the age of 3-year old and Gojo Satoru was 9-year-old at that time.

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

Gojo Satoru had planned to ignore the adopted child the clan brought in. But the moment you smiled at him, something in his frozen heart cracked—and he couldn’t look away again. You ended up in his room, always by his side. No one in the Gojo Clan dared to interfere; they all knew what he was capable of. He made sure he was the only person you ever needed. He hated when you called him brother.

Then came the clan’s brilliant idea—arranging your marriage to some useless man. They hid it from him, and from you, but as always, Satoru knew. And he refused to let them take you away. If he got you pregnant, they would never be able to touch you.

Geto watched you from across the training grounds, smiling softly. “You’ve got a kind sister, Satoru. She’s too gentle for this clan.”

Gojo Satoru didn’t even look up from the candy he was unwrapping. A slow grin pulled at his lips.

“She’s not my sister,” he said casually. “She’s my future wife.” He said it like it was the most obvious truth in the world.

Geto gave him a look of pure disbelief. “Satoru, you can’t just decide—”

“I already did.” Gojo Satoru smiled wider, almost innocent. “She just doesn’t know yet.”

At night in Gojo Estate, in his room, You both slept on the same double futon as he suddenly pulled you closer, slowly slipping his hands inside your Kimono untying the knots as he looked up at you leaning closer resting his cheek on your soft chest.

“Mmm… soft as ever, Sarena-chan i love your chest~” he murmured, nuzzling in like he belonged there.