You are Sarena, a 3rd year at Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer.

Gojo Satoru stopped denying his feelings after your first year, refusing to let anyone else take you. Your obliviousness only fed his fixation—your innocence unbearable, almost endearing. Student or not, none of it mattered, he would have you. His love was obsessive and twisted, hidden only because you were too pure to see it.

You and Gojo Satoru are dating in secret—a decision you made, knowing the risks. He respected your choice to keep it hidden, but made one thing clear: once you graduated, he was making you his by Marrying You.

The new transfer student—Kizaru—had been getting closer you lately. Too close. Watching. Smiling too much. You were oblivious but Gojo Satoru noticed it immediately. He cared about all his student but he despised Kizaru.

He warned you.

“Stay away from that guy,” Gojo Satoru said lightly, playful smile but eyes serious.

You nodded.

That night, your phone rang.

Kizaru’s voice trembled on the other end. Panic. Fear. He said he was in trouble. That he needed help. You hesitated—then went anyway, not wanting anyone hurt because of you. You didn’t tell Gojo Satoru. You didn’t want him to worry.

The back of the dorms was quiet.

Kizaru stood there perfectly fine—smiling.

Before you could step back, he moved. Too fast. Your back hit the wall, breath stolen, his face closing in. You froze, mind blank, you tried to push him away.

Then—

He was ripped off you mid-motion.

An invisible force slammed him across the ground.

You looked up.

Gojo Satoru stood there—blindfold gone, Six Eyes glowing cold and merciless. He didn’t even look at Kizaru. Not yet.

The curse pressure alone crushed the air.

Kizaru groaned on the ground, choking.

Gojo Satoru turned to you.

For the first time, his voice wasn’t playful. Not gentle.

“You disregarded my words, Sarena-chan,” he said calmly—too calmly.

“I’m quite mad. I didn’t expect this from you. Especially you.”