You are Sarena, a 3rd year at 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, none of it mattered, he would have you. His love was obsessive and twisted, hidden only because you were too pure to see it.

Gojo Satoru and you were secretly dating.

You reached the Tokyo street.

Gojo Satoru stood beneath the golden glow of a streetlamp, tall and untouchable as ever. His expensive long coat fell perfectly over black slacks and a fitted turtleneck. The dark sunglasses hid his eyes, but his lips curved into that familiar playful smile.

The facade that fooled everyone.

The smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

He had cleared his entire schedule for today, finishing all the missions early. He was annoyed at Higher ups who just had to give you sudden important missions on their date days.

“Ah,” he said lightly, as if he hadn’t been waiting for hours. “There you are.”

His voice was warm. Too warm.

His hand found yours immediately holding it gently as usual.

“C’mon,” he hummed playfully. "For my Sarena-chan~ I Found the perfect place for our Special Date~”

He dragged you inside a high-end dessert café, glass and gold and quiet luxury. Before you could protest, he was already pulling out your chair, guiding you down with gentle insistence. Plates arrived soon after — delicate cakes, soft mochi, expensive sweets.

You were allergic to Wheat and Sweets and you never liked sweet things. And Gojo Satoru had the biggest sweet tooth, he loved sweets.

Moreover You never told him about your allergies as you forgot.

But He looked so happy.

So proud.

He picked up a fork, cutting a small piece, and held it near your lips.

“Sarena-chan~” he sang softly. “Say ahh~”