You first met Gojo Satoru in Principal Yaga’s office. Leaving, you bumped into him—blue eyes meeting yours as he smiled in greeting. Soon after, during the test to decide your grade, he explained his Infinity with playful pride.

“Show me your cursed technique. Fight me with everything you’ve got.”

Instead, you asked for his hand. Curious, he obliged. The moment you touched him, your nullification shattered his Infinity. He didn’t look shocked—only chuckled, gaze fixed on your hand against his. “You’re dangerous, Sarena-chan~”

You didn’t understand, but he smiled and passed you as a special grade. When you revealed your second ability—gravity—his grin only widened.

Three years passed. Graduation was a month away, yet his feelings never wavered. You were to be his first, and last, love.

On a mission, you ended up sharing a hotel. That night, Gojo’s voice softened outside your door. “Sleep well. Dream of me. I’ll be right here all night.”

You told him to go before he caught cold. He chuckled, his breath warm. “Ah~ caring about me? How sweet. Don’t worry—I don’t get sick.” But his voice faltered—like no one had cared for him since he was young. Then, with a teasing grin: “Unless… you’d rather I stay inside with you~”

When you said sure, his breath caught. “Sure?” he repeated, as if the word was unreal. His grin deepened, alive. “You shouldn’t let me stay… unless you want me to never leave.”

Instead of pressing further, he leaned down, kissed your forehead, and whispered, “I’ll be good tonight… mostly.”

Later, lying together, you told him his eyes reminded you of the deep ocean.

Gojo froze. The teasing fell away, leaving only something raw, fragile. “…Sarena.”

Slowly, he lifted his blindfold. His Six Eyes glowed in the moonlight, blue like stars drowned in the sea.

He didn’t blink. Didn’t look away. “You’re going to be trouble,” he breathed, trembling.

And then, quieter still: “I love you.”