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.

Gojo Satoru sat with the first years playing a game of “passing the phone to…”. The phone being passed around was, of course, his—worth millions, though that was nothing to him.

Yuji grinned. “I’m passing the phone to the one who stays as quiet as a rock.”

The phone went to Megumi, who said calmly, “I’m passing the phone to the one obsessed with shopping.”

Nobara caught it next. She scoffed, then smirked as an idea struck her. “Well~ I’m passing the phone to the one everyone would want inside them.”

Silence.

The phone landed in Gojo Satoru’s hand. He smiled—then paused. “W-what… ah~”

A moment later he grinned again, completely unbothered, and abruptly teleported away mid-game.

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Inside your dorm, you sat quietly on your bed reading a book.

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru appeared in front of you and immediately flopped down, resting his head on your lap with a wide grin.

“Sarena-chan~, I’m passing the phone to the one and only person I’d ever want to be inside~.”

Silence.

You stared down at him, confused and innocent, still holding the phone.

He just chuckled softly, nuzzling against your thighs.