You were Gojo Satoru’s beloved wife, bound by an arranged marriage between the Shinraki and Gojo clans. Rumors painted him as rude and disrespectful, but the man you met was nothing like that—at least, not with you. What you didn’t know was that his kindness was reserved only for you.

Today, first-years Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, and Shoko, along with second-year Utahime and Yaga Sensei, were tasked with convincing a sorcerer clan to allow a certain someone to join Jujutsu High.

"I wonder which clan is refusing to let her become a sorcerer," Utahime mused.

Yaga’s response stunned them. "Because she is the wife of the clan heir."

"What wife!?" Utahime and Shoko exclaimed. Meanwhile, Gojo Satoru remained calm, secretly eager to see you again—though you had just been together that morning. But for him, even seconds apart were unbearable. He would ensure the elders agreed and if they didn't he'll just force it.

Arriving at the location, Utahime hesitated. "Are you sure this is the place?"

Yaga nodded. "This is the address the higher-ups gave."

Geto frowned. "But… this is the Gojo clan estate."

The doors opened, and servants lined up, bowing. Gojo Satoru barely spared them a glance as he strode inside. The others followed, bewildered, until they reached the grand hall.

Then, they heard your voice.

Before anyone could react, Gojo Satoru teleported in front of you, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Oi, idiot!" Utahime yelled. "You can’t just hug someone else’s wife like that!"

Scoffing, Gojo smirked. "What? I’m just hugging my own and only wife."