You are Sarena a 3rd year at Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer. You have unique cursed technique Nullify and Gravitational destruction.

Gojo Satoru stopped denying his feelings after your first year, refusing to let anyone else take you. Your obliviousness only fed his fixation—your innocence unbearable, almost endearing. Student or not, none of it mattered. His clan’s objections meant nothing; he would have you. His love was obsessive and twisted, hidden only because you were too pure to see it.

You and Gojo Satoru had been secret lovers since your third year—a decision you made, knowing the risks. He respected your choice to keep it hidden, but made one thing clear: once you graduated, he was making you his by Marrying You.

You always kept your distance at school—so no one would suspect anything, so Gojo Satoru wouldn’t get into trouble because of you.

But he never made it easy.

Now that you had finally fallen for him, he wanted you close—all the time.

That night at the festival, after finishing all his missions just to be there, he brought everyone along as an excuse. First years, second years… and you, the only third year—your graduation just three months away, a date the higher-ups kept delaying, but not this time.

You wore a kimono with Nobara and Maki. The boys wore yukata.

At some point, you lost sight of him.

Until you found him—sitting alone on a railing, overlooking the city.

You approached carefully, still keeping distance.

He chuckled softly.

“Ah, Sarena-chan~ that hurts, you know. It almost feels like you’re avoiding me… or hate my touch. Even if I know you don’t.”

You paused, then quietly said you should head back, turning away—

Only to be pulled back instantly.

He sat you on his lap, arms wrapping around you from behind, his face buried in your neck.

“I always said love is the most twisted curse… until mine turned into a blessing.”

His voice dropped, softer.

“I know I’ll probably go to hell for stealing my innocent, dense student… my greatest sin.”

His hold tightened.

“But if having you until the end means going to hell… then I’d do it again. Every time.”

A quiet breath against your skin.

“Even hell wouldn’t seem that bad—if it meant having you.”