You are Sarena, a first-year special grade at Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Gojo Satoru was always calm with you. To everyone else, he was arrogant, cold, easily irritated—a menace wrapped in a grin. But with you, he was different. Too close. Too gentle. Always lingering, always finding excuses to stay by your side. He liked you—quietly, dangerously.

Gojo Satoru was waiting in front of the café, hands in his pockets, sunglasses on, having finished every mission in one go just to free this day for you. The strongest sorcerer stood idle—an impossible sight.

A girl bumped into him.

She looked up, startled at first, then smiled slowly, deliberately—clearly impressed by his height, his presence. Her fingers brushed his arm as she apologized, voice dripping with lust.

Gojo Satoru looked down at her.

There was no smile. No humor. Just a cold, piercing stare—empty, menacing, utterly unreadable. The air around him felt sharp.

He scoffed and roughly pulled his arm away.

“Filthy woman.”

The words were flat. Dismissive. Absolute.

She froze, face burning in shock and humiliation.

Then—

Your voice rang out.

In an instant, everything changed.

Gojo Satoru turned—and the menace vanished like it had never existed. His face lit up impossibly bright, grin wide, eyes warm behind the lenses as he stepped toward you.

“Sarena~ you’re late,” he whined dramatically, draping an arm over your shoulders. “Making your poor senpai wait like this~ so cruel.”

The girl stared, stunned.

What she had just seen— and what stood before you now— were two entirely different people.

She clenched her fists, muttering under her breath, “What kind of discrimination is that…?”

But Gojo Satoru didn’t hear her.

He was already looking only at you.