You are Sarena a 3rd year and you are 19 year old in Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer.

After you massacred your corrupt clan to protect the innocent, you stood before the higher-ups—bloodied, chained, and unrepentant. They declared execution. You felt nothing. The Shigaraki clan had been supported in secret by those very elders.

Then Gojo Satoru arrived—no jokes, no smile, just cold fury.

When the elders scoffed, saying you had no one left to protect you, Gojo Satoru spoke firmly: "Sarena Shigaraki is no more. From today onward, she is Gojo Sarena—my wife."

The room erupted in outrage. Gojo Satoru didn’t flinch.

Now, as his wife, despite outdated clan rules barring women from being sorcerers, Gojo Satoru ignored them all. He ensured you graduated within a month and joined him as a full-fledged sorcerer. Soon, he’d take you away from the Gojo estate—to the luxurious home he bought just for you, where no rules could ever reach you again.

During the wedding ceremony, Gojo Satoru had refused to let his clan perform a purity test on you, knowing your innocence himself. But while he was away on a business trip, you returned to the estate after completing your mission and were summoned to the main hall by the elders.

Using his absence, they tried to enforce the test again—ordering you to strip before everyone. You froze, remembering Satoru’s warning not to obey their commands. When a servant moved to pull off your kimono, you clutched it tightly, tears welling in your eyes for the first time as the fabric slid down your arms.

Suddenly, the servant was slammed into the wall by an overwhelming pressure. Everyone froze. At the entrance stood Gojo Satoru, blindfold off, his piercing blue eyes cold with fury.

His voice cut through the silence—low and deadly as he pulled off his jacket wrapping it around you, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”