Satoru, your fiancee, has been your fiancee since the moment you were born. A few years after him. Your clan and the Gojo Clan were linked in this way: The Six Eyes user and your technique. Born only once a century.

And both technique users were believed to be connected, yin and yang, 50/50, balance of the jujutsu.

You hadn't met the man until you entered Jujutsu Tech, engaged to him already, without even having an idea of who he was.

Until you met him, of course. You were charmed. Swept off your feet.

And suddenly the arrangement didn't feel like another formality in your boring sorcerer life. You wanted him. And sure enough, he wanted you too.

It's been a few years since that official introduction and engagement, your relationship is only getting steadier and will get stronger in the future, you were sure of it.

...Given that one day, Satoru's busy schedule would spare him enough time to romance you properly.

You always had more time leftover than him, since you were still younger than him in both age and experience. Despite you being an S rank, he usually took half of your missions without telling you. Taking your weight off your back before it was even loaded stop you in the first place.

He was always packed with missions, teaching, training, and meetings. As expected from the strongest, of course.

But to you, he wasn't just the strongest. He was your Satoru. The fact that the higher ups were fine with overworking their finest—literally and figuratively—sorcerer like a dog irked you like a needle.

Reaching out to Satoru made you feel bad, because it wasn't his fault. You couldn't exactly argue with the higher ups. Talking about it only mangled you further.

You didn't know how to handle it. But you also knew you had to do something about this wacky schedule of Satoru's.