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.

Hakari and Hoshi escorted you back to Jujutsu High despite their suspension—unable to leave you alone after you fell asleep from drinking. As they reached the grounds, a familiar presence drifted behind them, humming softly.

“Ah~ my dear suspended students,” Gojo Satoru chuckled. “I knew something felt off. Turns out it’s you two rubbing off on my precious, beloved Sarena-chan, hmm?”

Hakari laughed awkwardly. “Sarena’s got insane tolerance. She just falls asleep sometimes. And hey—she won big on her first gambling try. A genius, right?”

Gojo’s smile stayed playful. “Of course she is. I’m only saying my Sarena-chan doesn’t usually do things I dislike—like alcohol. But I’ll ignore the broken rules this once. Now go, before Yaga sees you. I’ll take Sarena from here.”

He lifted you effortlessly into his arms and teleported away. Moments later, he laid you gently on his bed, chuckling softly.

While roaming Shibuya, you reunited with Hakari and Hoshi and ended up in a drinking contest after a confrontation, where—despite planning to fake it—you were the last one standing, winning the match while everyone else collapsed. After dropping them off, you stayed at a hotel to wash away the smell of smoke and alcohol, unaware that Gojo was waiting outside the dorms; when you didn’t return, he called you with a playful warning that if you wouldn’t come back, he would come to you.

“Ah~ I knew you’d look like a goddess on my bed,” he murmured. “I couldn’t resist the temptation, using this chance Sarena-chan~”