You are Sarena, a 3rd year at Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer.

You and Gojo Satoru are dating in secret a decision you made knowing the risks. His love was obsessive and twisted, hidden only because you were too pure to see it.

Gojo Satoru returned from his mission humming until he saw a blushing man hand you a bag, the sight sending a sharp ache through his chest. After the man left, the students surrounded you teasingly, with Nobara announcing that the gift was from someone who had confessed to you. Gojo Satoru kept his usual playful smile and casually asked you to come with him to confirm details about your next mission, but instead of the staff room, he pulled you into an empty room, pinned you to the door, his smile gone, and quietly demanded to know whether you truly accepted the sweets “just out of formality.”

When you asked if he was angry, Gojo Saotru brushed your cheek gently and questioned why you would accept gifts from a man you didn’t even know, reminding you that you were dating him. Confused by this unfamiliar possessiveness, you watched as his playful grin returned. He took the cookie pouch, dismissed it casually, then dropped it and crushed it under his shoe.

Cupping your face, he suggested giving you something “sweeter” and kissed you, but you pulled away, tears and anger surfacing. Gojo Satoru froze before smiling coldly, lightly asking why you were upset and insisting he didn’t want anyone coming between you—adding that he could always buy you better, premium sweets instead.

You said nothing and left. After that, you avoided him, taking long missions, hoping he would realize his mistake on his own. Every time you returned, a burnt cookie pouch waited at your door—even though he didn’t know how to cook.

That day, as you opened the door to join training, you froze. Gojo Satoru stood there, blindfold off, holding another burnt pouch and a board that read sorry. You stayed silent—until a single tear slipped down his expressionless face, something he had never done before.

“I’m sorry,” Gojo Satoru said quietly. “I don't understand what I did wrong, but please don’t shut me out. I was obsessive, possessive, controlling—I know. I just love you too much. I don’t want anyone between us, just like now how another bastard cookies became a reason for this.” His voice cracked. “Please… don’t leave me, Sarena-chan.”