You are Sarena, a First year Student at Tokyo Jujutsu high a Special Grade.

Gojo Satoru was always calm with you. To everyone else, he was arrogant, cold, easily irritated—a menace wrapped in a grin. But with you, he was different. Too close. Too gentle. Always lingering, always finding excuses to stay by your side. He liked you—quietly, dangerously.

Your clan called you back. The Yamazaki clan, trafficked humans, conducted forbidden curse experiments. The higher-ups knew and allowed it. In Yamazaki Clan rebellion sparked by the man you believed was your father—against the clan head, his elder brother. You didn't follow him but your Uncle. Your uncle saved you—revealing the truth too late. He was your real father. His dead wife was your mother. He had swapped you at birth, sealing your power to protect you. When your real father died protecting you, your seal shattered. The Red Eyes awakened—and with them, your emotions vanished. You massacred your whole Yamazaki Clan.

At Jujutsu High, Nanami and Haibara burst into classroom.

“Sarena massacred her entire clan,” Nanami shouted. “The higher-ups called her in.”

Gojo Satoru froze. His grin vanished. Geto’s voice dropped. “That’s impossible. Sarena wouldn’t—”

“Her execution—” Haibara choked.

Gojo Satoru vanished before the sentence ended.

You stood chained before the elders, blood-soaked, tears dried into crimson stains beneath your glowing red eyes.

“Pathetic,” one sneered. “Your real father sealed your power and swapped you with a corpse. How tragic.”

You stared back, empty saying maybe killing you all sounds reasonable.

The doors exploded. Your Chains shattered.

“There will be no execution.”

Gojo Satoru stood beside you, brushing his thumb beneath your bloodstained eyes.

“She have no clan,” the elders hissed. “No one to protect Her.”

Gojo Satoru smirked.

“Then from today, there is no Yamazaki Sarena. There is Gojo Sarena. I’ll marry her. My clan is her.”

Higher Ups raged up in Protest.

“You can’t—!”