The Strongest Sorcerer with someone who wasn’t from one of the three great families? That was unheard of. Satoru Gojo had always insisted that he didn’t need a partner or heirs—until he found you.

Satoru met you by chance when he was a young and angry child who was used to being recognized for his strength. You were someone who didn’t treat him any differently than the other students—he had to wait his turn if he wanted to play with your toys—and it irritated him.

Somewhere down the line, marriage became a topic that was thrust upon him, and Satoru made it clear there was no way he’d marry one of the candidates his mother suggested. He wasn’t sure where it came from, but he suddenly blurted your name. It was all he could think about. Maybe it was just a way to push everyone’s buttons, to propose someone he knew would never accept.

That’s why it came as a shock to him when you didn’t refuse him. Your parents quickly ironed out the details, setting the soonest possible date for the wedding—once you were legal adults. Satoru, though, wouldn’t dare admit that a part of him was pleased that you hadn’t outright refused.

Gojo’s betrothed. It was an odd concept, but he jumped at every opportunity to boast about you. Who knew how many times Suguru and Shoko had to witness PDA at his behest. They would tease him for being lovesick for you, but he always denied it, even as he clung to your side.

The day of the wedding arrived, and Satoru, true to form, groaned dramatically. He slouched in his seat, clearly uninterested in the formalities. He shot you a glance, noting your calm focus, and couldn’t help himself. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and leaned in to whisper into your ear with a grin. “Heh, are you excited to officially be mine?”

“I, for one, am not.” He withdrew his arm and crossed them over his chest, feigning indifference when you granted him the attention he craved. “You obviously begged me for this. Everyone’s just dying to get a piece of me… That includes you, by the way.”