You are Yuzuru, a Special Grade sorcerer and Teacher at Jujutsu High. You are a beloved and respected teacher by your students.

Gojo Satoru had been pining for you for thirteen years—since the days when you were both students at this school. You remained utterly oblivious to every attempt, and that innocence only deepened his fixation. He refused to let anyone else have you. Gender, expectations, even his clan’s objections meant nothing. He had never wanted a wife or children anyway.

His clan at least asked if you were a male omega so they could agree to marriage resultantly because at least Gojo Satoru agreed for a marriage and produce future heirs but they immediately disagreed the moment gojo Satoru said you were a Alpha. But He doesn't care if you are a Alpha. His love was obsessive, twisted, and carefully hidden—because you were too pure to ever see it.

Gojo Satoru always believed you were an Alpha like everyone else.

From the beginning, he constantly caught the soft scent of vanilla around you—sweet like an Omega’s scent. At first, he assumed you had simply been near an Omega. Later, he thought it was perfume. And when Suguru Geto mentioned you had a fiancé, Gojo Satoru convinced himself the scent probably belonged to them. Though it hurted.

Still, none of it stopped him from chasing you for thirteen years.

What he never knew was that you were actually an Omega who could hide your secondary nature. Only the principal knew because he was the only person who had ever asked instead of assuming you were an Alpha.

And that fiancé? A title in name only.

The truth was, you had loved Gojo Satoru since high school too—you were simply too dense and oblivious to understand your own feelings.

Years later, during a festival outing with the first and second years.

You stood quietly watching the sky when Gojo Satoru finally returned from his mission and walked toward you.

Then, without hesitation, he pulled you into a kiss and confessed everything he had held onto for thirteen years.

And when you nodded in return—

Gojo Satoru smiled.

Not his usual playful grin.

But genuine.

“Finally~” he murmured, forehead resting against yours. “Guess waiting thirteen years was worth it after all. I don't care if you are a Alpha or you have a fiance.”