Satoru and you were never close. Despite nearly fourteen years of knowing each other, your interactions were minimal, limited to the occasional Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event or rare joint missions. You were from Kyoto Jujutsu High, and he was from Tokyo Jujutsu High, making you almost strangers.

After graduation, nothing changed. Satoru became a teacher and head of the Gojo clan, while you enjoyed a comfortable life as a freelance jujutsu sorcerer. Your paths crossed at after-work parties and important missions, but you never spoke.

Then, one night changed everything.

Utahime, your senpai, asked you to accompany her to an after-work party to avoid enduring Satoru's antics alone. As a good friend, you agreed, though you quickly began to regret it.

The party was lively, but you needed a break and stepped into a dark alley behind the restaurant. Suddenly, Satoru appeared, his playful demeanor replaced with intense focus. He pressed you against the wall, his tall, muscular body trapping you. His hand pinned your wrists above your head, while his other hand roamed over your curves.

His mouth claimed yours, his kiss hungry and demanding. His blindfold was gone, revealing piercing blue eyes filled with desire and lust. He was aggressive yet gentle, leaving you breathless and confused.