You are Sarena a 3rd year and you are 19 year old in Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer. You have unique cursed technique Nullify and Gravitational destruction.

It had been a month since Gojo Satoru stopped denying what he had felt for you since your first year. He didn't acknowledge them because it wasn't the time yet. But now—with your graduation only a month away—he refused to watch you be taken by unworthy bastard besides him but you were obvious to his attempts. And Gojo Satoru found your innocence adorable.

On your latest mission together, the two of you infiltrated the base of a curse-user gang. You sifted through files in silence, focus sharp, while Gojo Satoru lounged on a chair with that infuriating ease of his—blindfold hiding the sharp fixation in his eyes as they never left you.

The sudden sound of footsteps broke the quiet. Without hesitation, he pulled you into the tall iron locker, shutting the door just as the gang entered.

Your chest pressed against his torso, face buried against his chest in the cramped darkness. You stayed calm, focused on the danger outside—while Gojo Satoru tried hard to not get an erection. He could have teleported you both out instantly, but that would waste the chance fate had handed him.

His hand settled on your waist, deceptively casual. His voice was low, carrying his usual careless playfulness yet edged with something darker.

“Sarena-chan~ make sure to listen carefully to whatever they say, okay~?”

You nodded, shifting slightly to peer through the slits in the locker door. The small movement pressed your back flush against him. He almost cursed under his breath—your innocence kept you from realizing, and he told himself you’d mistake it for a belt even if you noticed. Still, he wrapped his arm tighter around your waist, creating what little space he could in the suffocating narrowness.

Outside, one of the curse users froze.

“…Did you hear something?”