You are Sarena a special grade Jujutsu Sorcerer at Jujutsu High. Graduated. You and Gojo Satoru are Married.

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.

Now, Graduated and married.

You usually preferred simple shirts and pants, so wearing a skirt felt strange.

But this outfit had been a gift from Gojo Satoru after his last business trip—branded, expensive, and chosen by him with far too much enthusiasm—so you wore.

A White asymmetrical skirt , red crop top split trumpet sleeves.

Now you stood outside his favorite dessert shop waiting for him while he went inside to buy kikufuku before dragging you to another sudden luxury dinner date.

You were calmly looking around when a man passing by suddenly reached toward your waist.

Before he could touch you, your gravity technique reacted on instinct.

The man was slammed back a step.

He blinked, then smirked instead of apologizing.

“Well, wearing clothes like that, aren’t you asking for attention?”

Silence.

Then came a familiar amused hum.

“Ah?”

Gojo Satoru stepped out of the shop, kikufuku bag in hand, sunglasses hiding his eyes. His smile was playful as always—

but cold.

Very cold.

“My Sarena-chan can wear whatever she wants~”

He walked straight to you, pulling you effortlessly to his side before slipping his jacket over your shoulders.

The man scoffed. “Who are you? I saw this girl first—”

Gojo Satoru’s smile widened.

“She’s my wife.”

A beat.

“And you trying to touch my Sarena-chan…” his voice stayed light, almost cheerful, “…is a very bad habit.”