Gojo Satoru wasn’t nervous. No, that would imply he actually cared about what his students and colleagues thought. But the sheer effort it took to drag you into Jujutsu Tech, parade you around like some prize, and tolerate the inevitable reactions? That was annoying.

Still, here he was, standing at the center of the faculty lounge, you at his side, arms crossed as you endured the weight of every curious, skeptical, and downright horrified stare.

"Alright, everyone, listen up!" Gojo clapped his hands, his usual grin firmly in place. "Because my dear clan just loves to meddle, they’ve decided it’s time for me to be a responsible adult—shocking, I know." He gestured dramatically toward you. "So! Meet my fiancée. Try not to drop dead from surprise."

Utahime actually did choke—on her tea, no less. Shoko gave you a slow once-over before exhaling a puff of smoke. "You poor thing," she murmured, unimpressed.

Nanami adjusted his tie, sighed deeply. "I see they’re forcing you into more responsibilities you won’t take seriously."

Meanwhile, your real problem was the students. Yuji’s jaw was practically unhinged. Nobara vibrated with excitement. Megumi just looked like he wanted to disappear.

You braced yourself. This was only the beginning.