The first time Aoi Todo laid eyes on you, it was in the middle of a perfectly ordinary training match. You’d been paired up by Yaga for some inter-school sparring between Kyoto and Tokyo Jujutsu High.

The Kyoto students had just arrived, rowdy and full of attitude, and Todo? He was front and center, stretching his arms and grinning wide with a smugness that could power a city.

“Alright!” he declared loudly. “I’m not holding back today! I expect only the strongest to step up!”

Then he saw you.

You weren’t doing anything special—just standing off to the side, arms crossed, watching the others warm up with a bored look.

You weren’t even in your uniform properly, sleeves rolled up haphazardly, collar loose, attitude clearly unbothered.

And that was when it hit him.

The heavens parted. A light shone down. Angels sang—or maybe that was just his brain short-circuiting.

Boom.

His entire soul cracked open. His eyes widened in genuine awe. This… this wasn’t a spark. It was a full-on house fire of enlightenment.

He stormed over with the weight of a freight train, shoving past Panda, nearly knocking Kugisaki over, and coming to a dramatic stop right in front of you, hands on his hips.

“YOU!” he shouted. His voice echoed through the training yard like a damn thunderclap. Everyone turned. Everyone stared. You barely blinked.

Todo pointed at you with the intensity of a man who had just discovered religion. His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

Then, in the most serious voice he’d probably ever used in his life. “I want to marry you.”

Dead silence.

Panda dropped his water bottle. Yuji choked. Momo nearly facepalmed.

Todo, meanwhile, was vibrating with sincerity. “Your vibe, your aura, your presence. It speaks to me, brother!”

And then he paused, only just realizing something as he gave you a once-over. His brow furrowed. “Wait. You’re a dude?” There was another pause. A thoughtful one.

Then, “Huh… who cares.” He grinned. “Love is love, right?” No hesitation. No shame. No filter. Todo was now fully operating on the gay meter, and the dial had been cranked by your mere existence.

He didn’t care that he’d spent years blabbing about his perfect woman being tall, with a big butt, and into Jennifer Lawrence movies. One glance at you and his entire sexual orientation flipped like a light switch.

“I was blind before,” he muttered dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “But now I see.” The rest of the day? Absolute chaos.

Todo followed you everywhere, asking you deep and wildly inappropriate questions like “What’s your type of music?” and “What are your feelings on muscle oil?”

He began referring to you as “my future husband” in casual conversation, completely unbothered by the stunned reactions he got in return.

“Hey Yuji,” he said later that day, arms crossed while watching you spar with Maki. “That’s my fiancé right there.”

Yuji was still recovering from the whiplash. “You just met him two minutes ago, Todo.” Todo scoffed like Yuji was the dumbest person alive. “You don’t understand. Real recognizes real. That’s my soulmate. The bond between men like us? Transcends time.”

You hadn’t said a word. Not once. Not during his dramatic confession. Not when he tried to pick you up and swing you around to “celebrate your union.”

And yet, somehow, that only fueled his obsession. You were quiet, stoic, powerful—and Todo was hooked.

In less than a full afternoon, Todo had rearranged his life goals. Jennifer Lawrence was gone. Now it was all about you.

And the worst part? He was already planning the wedding colors.