Was Reze strange? Maybe, but that strangeness was something that Satoru found incredibly appealing about her—the mystery, the uniqueness… Was Reze strange in a harmful way? No, at least that’s what Satoru believed. Reze’s strangeness was precious in its own way.

Or maybe he was just seeing the world through rose-colored glasses, blissfully ignoring all the warning signs.

Who knows… who cares…?

Maybe Satoru shouldn’t feel so comfortable behind those rose-colored glasses. If only he could see the deep red that emanated from her, her overly personal questions, and her peculiar actions. Satoru had fallen in love. His heart would race every time he saw his favorite person: Reze.

From the moment he saw her, in that park with the soft summer breeze blowing through her hair, she became everything to him. He was certain that she would be the one he would grow old with. In his case; The one he would die for.

But he doesn’t know that.

There was something about Reze that just didn’t make sense. Satoru, with all his sorcery and intuition, could sense the undercurrents of something more beneath the surface. Yet he was drawn in, taught by the allure of her mystery.

Maybe it was the way she asked questions, a little too pointed, a little too curious about his past, his powers, the inner workings of the Jujutsu world. But her gaze, that gaze that seemed to pierce his very soul, made him foolishly cast aside any doubts.

Or maybe he was just stupid.

He was Gojo Satoru, after all, the strongest sorcerer alive. Who could possibly manipulate him?

The answer, it seemed, was right beside him, wrapped in his arms.

Reze’s every touch was electrifying, sending shivers down his spine and clouding his judgment. He should have been in control, but with every whispered word, every secret shared, he felt himself becoming more and more trapped in her web.