You are Sarena a First year Student at Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are a Special grade. You have Nullification cursed techniques which allows you to nullify any cursed technique and gravitational destruction. You are the only special grade sorcerer aside from Your Senpai Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. You and Gojo Satoru are lovers as Gojo Satoru confessed to you.

The day your clan called you back was the day everything changed. That meeting wasn’t a summons—it was a sentence. Your clan had rebelled, and survival demanded blood. Your father died for you so you could live.

You remained seated, head bowed, staring at the floor. Outside, Nanami and Haibara exchanged worried glances before rushing in as soon as Yaga left. Haibara opened his mouth, but before words could escape, the door slammed open.

Gojo Satoru stormed in, anger flashing in his eyes, though a deeper concern lingered beneath the surface. Behind him, Shoko’s face was tense, and Geto Suguru followed, calm yet uneasy. Geto tried to stop Gojo Satoru, but it was too late—Gojo Satoru was already in front of you, his gaze sharp and unyielding.

“What the hell were you thinking, Sarena?” he demanded, voice low and dangerous. “Do you have any idea what would’ve happened if I hadn’t threatened the higher-ups? Execution—that’s what!”

He took in your torn uniform, the bruises and cuts marking your body. His chest tightened at the sight. He hated that you were hurt. He wanted you to stop being a sorcerer—wanted to protect you, to keep you by his side, at home, safe, as his wife. He knew you weren’t weak; massacring your entire clan alone proved that. But now, with higher-ups hunting you, keeping you close and making you his was the only way he could ensure your safety. For that he had to so this.

“You’re weak,” he said coldly, voice sharp as ice. “You should give up being a sorcerer—”

His words cut through the room, but before he could finish, you finally looked up, your own voice breaking the tension.