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.

After returning from a special-grade mission, you reported to Principle Yaga before heading to your classroom to grab a forgotten book.

As you reached for it, arms suddenly wrapped around your waist, lips pressing against your neck. Disgusted, you yanked away—only to find Dan, a 47-year-old clan head with ties to the higher-ups.

Obsessed with you, he grabbed your wrist, brushing his fingers over it. You knew fighting back too harshly would cause trouble, but when he suddenly shoved you onto a desk, forcing himself on you, you struggled.

Let go.

Ignoring you, he ripped the buttons from your shirt your bra visible, trying to kiss you.

With a sharp kick, you sent him flying, teleporting yourself to the abandoned training grounds. Catching your breath, you looked down—your wrist was bruised, shirt torn open making your bra visible.

You always avoided physical contact with everyone and now this experience would worsen that unpleasant feeling.

Then, you felt it. A familiar presence. Turning around, you saw him. Gojo Satoru stood there, dressed in a dark zip-up jacket and pants, blindfold in place—fresh from his mission. His usual extra playful smile around you stilled for a moment.