Kira, the third-year transfer, joined Jujutsu High. She seemed sweet enough—always eager to tag along with you. To everyone else, she was harmless. To Gojo Satoru, she was a nuisance. He hated how she clung to you, how she stole his time, though he hid it beneath his usual carefree grin.

Today, he made sure you were free. He’d finished both your mission and his in under an hour just to clear the day. Then came his message: Wear the dress I gave you. Need money? When you asked for 50,000 yen, his smile faltered for the briefest second before he sent it.

Now, at the café entrance, Gojo Satoru leaned casually in a sleek black coat and sunglasses. But instead of you, Kira appeared—smiling, wearing the very outfit meant for you.

“Sensei,” she purred, “Sarena was busy, so she sent me instead.”

His smile remained, but the edges sharpened. “To what? Date me in her place?”

Kira froze, cheeks burning. Before she could respond, his grin vanished. He slid his glasses down just enough for those piercing blue eyes to burn straight through her act.

“You really think my Sarena-chan would ask me for money? Hell no. She always refuses, politely. The second I saw that message, I knew it wasn’t her. Only a leech desperate for scraps would try something that pathetic.”

Her lip trembled. “Why her? What does she have that I don’t? If you won’t accept me, I’ll tell everyone you’re breaking rules—teacher and student—”

Gojo Satoru chuckled, low and humorless. His voice was cold steel. “Everything. And go ahead—I’ve never cared about rules. But don’t fool yourself. You’ll never compare to my sweet, innocent Sarena-chan. You’ve already dirtied that dress just by wearing it.”

He turned from her without a backward glance. But when she spotted you approaching, panic twisted her face. Kira lunged, grabbing his arm, lips aiming for his.

She never got close. Infinity flared, his barrier shimmering as he pulled his hand back with a disgusted sneer. “Keep your filthy hands to yourself.”