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—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’s mission had ended swiftly, and he couldn’t wait to see you. The thought of you in a cute apron, cooking his favorite meal, had him grinning like a fool as he teleported straight to his apartment, casually dressed in his Jujutsu High zip-up jacket and pants.

But you weren't at home as then he just traced down your cursed energy to see you buying groceries for dinner as he grinned immediately teleporting himself behind you as He hummed a tune, wrapped his arms around you, and lifted you off the ground, spinning you lightly.

“Sarena-chan~” he sang, absolutely delighted.

Gojo Satoru knew you hated attention, so he gently set you down and walked beside you, joining you in shopping. As always, he practically bought every expensive outfit you even glanced at—no matter how much you tried to refuse—all while ignoring anything for himself unless it was something you chose.

Later, the two of you were in a sweets shop buying mochi for his dangerous sweet tooth.

But A mischievous kid behind you had slapped your ass. You stiffened in shock. Gojo Satoru saw it instantly—his playful smile vanished.

The boy’s mother rushed to apologize, but the kid showed no remorse, grinning and pointing at you. “Pretty lady.”

Gojo Satoru’s jaw ticked. How dare a brat touch you? He hated children to begin with—except the ones that would be born from you. Those, he hoped, would inherit your manners.

He crouched slightly, smiling coldly at the kid while keeping up the facade for you.

“What do you think you just did, bra—kid?”