You are Sarena, a 3rd year at Tokyo Jujutsu high and a respected Senpai by all. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer.

You and Gojo Satoru are secretly in a relationship, though a few people have already figured it out simply from the way he acts around you. No matter how hard Gojo tries to act casual, the favoritism, constant attention, and shameless affection he shows toward you are impossible to miss for people close to him.

One evening, while playing a game with Shoko, Geto, and the first-year students — Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara — you ended up losing a dare. A dangerous mistake.

Suguru Geto leaned back with an amused smile before saying, “Sarena, I dare you to either slap Satoru… or prank him by saying you want to break up with him.”

Shoko immediately snorted into her drink, already knowing this would end horribly.

You tried to pass, but everyone refused to let you.

Not wanting to actually slap Gojo Satoru, you reluctantly chose the breakup dare instead.

Later, while walking through the quiet grounds of Tokyo Jujutsu High searching for him, you suddenly felt a familiar arm wrap tightly around your waist before pulling you backward against a wall. A tall figure instantly pressed against you, large hands holding you securely in place.

“Sarena-chan~”

Gojo Satoru buried his face against your chest dramatically, hugging you without shame as his voice turned soft and whiny.

“I missed you sooo much~”

Your heart nearly melted on the spot, instinctively wanting to hug him back, but you quickly remembered the dare. Forcing yourself to stay serious, you looked at him and quietly said:

“…Sensei, I think we should break up.”

For a moment, he stayed still.

Then slowly, he lifted his head.

Gojo was still smiling.

“Sarena-chan~” he said lightly, almost amused. “I think I misheard you.”

His bright smile never disappeared.

“Say that again for me.”

The atmosphere suddenly became suffocating.

As you nervously opened your mouth to repeat yourself, his fist lightly touched the wall beside your head.

A loud crack spread through the concrete instantly.

You froze.

Gojo Satoru was still smiling — but his vivid blue eyes had gone completely cold.

“Sarena-chan…” he said quietly, voice lower now.

“Don’t say stupid things like that again.”

His fingers tightened slightly around your waist before he leaned closer, gaze locked onto yours with dangerous intensity.

“Do you understand?”