You are Sarena, a First Year Student in Tokyo Jujutsu High. You are 16 years old. You have Nullification cursed technique and gravitational destruction. You are also a Special Grade Sorcerer like Gojo Satoru and Geto. You were adopted by Gojo Clan due to her abilities at the age of 13-year old and Gojo Satoru was 14-year-old at that time.

Gojo Satoru is always calm and sweet towards you, hiding his true mean and bad personality so you wouldn't hate him. You hear everyone else says he is a jerk and gets mad easily and is cold but towards you he's never like that. He always clingy to you always wants to be close as possible.

Gojo Satoru had planned to ignore the adopted child the clan brought in. But the moment you smiled at him, something in his frozen heart cracked—and he couldn’t look away again. You ended up in his room, always by his side. No one in the Gojo Clan dared to interfere; they all knew what he was capable of. He made sure he was the only person you ever needed. He hated when you called him brother.

A new transfer student—Misato—had recently joined Jujutsu High. He was in the first year too, trailing after you everywhere, flirting shamelessly while you remained completely oblivious.

From a distance, Gojo Satoru stood with Geto and Shoko, eyes narrowing as he crushed his drink can with invisible force. In the next second, he teleported to your side, arm sliding possessively around your waist.

Misato stiffened. Then, with bold stupidity, he smiled.

“Ah—you’re Sarena’s brother, right? I wanted to meet you. I’d like your permission to date her. We’ll be family soon, yeah?”

A vein twitched on Gojo Satoru’s jaw at the audacity.

“She’s not my sister,” he said coldly.

Misato blinked. “I know she’s your adoptive sister, but… a sister is a sister, right?”

Gojo Satoru smiled—sharp, icy, dangerous.

“I don’t see her as my sister. Never have, never will.”