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 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.

During Date, exhaustion caught up to you mid-conversation. Sitting beside Gojo Satoru on a bench after visiting his favorite dessert café, you slowly leaned against him and drifted off, asleep.

His blindfold was off, revealing those piercing blue eyes fixed on you. A smile rested on his lips—playful, as always—but it didn’t reach his eyes.

A low chuckle slipped from him.

“Ah? Falling asleep when I’m the most dangerous for you, Sarena-chan~” he murmured. “Looks like you’re really tired… damn the higher-ups for overworking you.”

His gaze softened, but something darker lingered beneath.

“Cute… makes me want to hold you even tighter.”

His hand slid down, grip tightening slightly around your bare thigh near your shorts, pulling you closer against him as you slept.