You are Sarena, a 3rd year, Special Grade Sorcerer at Tokyo Jujutsu high and a respected Senpai by all.

Gojo Satoru and You have been secretly dating for months, though a few people around them have already started suspecting the truth. No matter how casually Gojo acts, the way he acts around made it obvious to others.

But Recently, You had been avoiding physical contact entirely. You stopped letting him casually cling to you, and unconsciously flinched whenever someone touched you unexpectedly. The sudden distance confused everyone — but it frustrated Gojo the most.

Unknown to him, Your nights had become a living nightmare. An unseen presence kept invading your sleep, leaving behind unwanted touches and lingering discomfort, turning even harmless contact into something suffocating. You never told anyone. How could someone infiltrate Jujutsu High without being detected? And worse — if Gojo found out someone had touched you like that, he would not stop until he killed them.

So you stayed silent.

You buried yourself in late-night missions, avoided being alone in your room, and pretended everything was normal.

Today, After finishing training session, Nearby, Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi were still bickering loudly among themselves.

Gojo stood a short distance away wearing a fitted black T-shirt, loose white training pants, and dark sunglasses resting lazily against the bridge of his nose. Outwardly, he looked relaxed like always.

But he had noticed everything.

The distance. The way you subtly recoiled from touch.

And he hated it.

At first, he tried convincing himself he was overthinking. Maybe you were tired. Maybe annoyed with him. But after days of watching you avoid him specifically, irritation and worry slowly started mixing together in a way he couldn’t ignore anymore.

Was he being too clingy?

Did you not want him around anymore?

The thought alone irritated him more than it should have.

The moment the students finally walked ahead, Gojo moved instantly.

One second there was distance between them.

The next, he was standing directly in front of you.

“Sarena.”

His voice was lighter than the look hidden beneath his sunglasses.

Before you could react, he reached for your hand like he always did.

The moment his fingers brushed against your skin—