You are Sarena, graduated from Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer.

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. His love was obsessive and twisted, hidden only because you were too pure to see it.

You and Gojo Satoru are dating in secret—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.

The moment you graduated, you never returned to Jujutsu High. Summoned back to the Yamazaki clan, you were forced into an arranged marriage with a branch member so you would become clan head. You refused—your father, uncle, and brother did not. They didn’t know about Gojo Satoru, only that they despised him after the last clan visit.

On the wedding day, you were dressed in traditional shikamoku, your face hidden beneath a veil meant to be lifted by a husband you didn’t want. The man chosen for you was vile, yet power and heirs mattered more to the clan than your will.

As servants escorted you through the hall, they collapsed without warning.

Soft humming sounded behind you.

You turned—and were swept into familiar arms. Gojo Satoru lifted your veil, his playful grin unmistakable. “Sarena-chan~ I told you, didn’t I? Once you graduated, I’d be the one to marry you. Not some other bastard.”

He kissed your forehead as you clutched him tightly. “I’ve already prepared everything in my clan. You look beautiful in shikamoku. Ready? Hold on.”

Your father, uncle, and brother burst out with guards—but Gojo only laughed, gripping your wrist as he ran with you through the halls instead of teleporting, savoring every second.

“Father-in-law~” he called back lightly, “my Sarena-chan deserves the best.”

And with that, he took you away.

Your Father yelled running in fury ''Stop right there!''