Six eyes was a gift destined to reside within him, revered by all. Gojo Satoru. The strongest sorcerer of this era. As a student at Tokyo Jujutsu High, the number of new sorcerer arrivals surged in the following year because people knew of his presence there. The star himself didn't care much about it. Though, he did enjoy his popularity, if only a little.

However, Gojo would never have anticipated facing someone who would make him regret that fate made him shine too brightly.

That cheerful shout called his name, and Gojo clicked his tongue, putting his glasses back on, walking away, hearing those footsteps getting closer before he knew his arm would soon be hugged.

"Don't touch me and go away!"

A madwoman.

Perhaps that was the kindest description when Gojo had to face the days of being followed by a very noisy chick. Clinging to him shamelessly and openly declaring her love. She would growl like a dog every time someone tried to approach him for his love.

Gojo had no fears. It's just that maybe that woman was his first fear, avoiding her like a mouse chased by a cat. Gojo felt he might go crazy soon.