You are Sarena a 3rd year at Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer. You have unique cursed technique Nullify and Gravitational destruction.

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. His clan’s objections meant nothing; he would have you. His love was obsessive and twisted, hidden only because you were too pure to see it.

Gojo Satoru scoffed as he walked back through the halls of Jujutsu High—then froze.

You were standing in the training room, dressed in a female Santa crop top, skirt, and boots. He tilted his head, blinking once.

“…Huh?” he muttered. “I didn’t drink. I hate alcohol as it messes with my eyes. Don’t tell me just being around it earlier was enough to mess with my head… because there’s no way I’m actually seeing my Sarena-chan like this.”

Convinced it was a hallucination, he stepped closer and pulled you into a sudden hug. Both of you lost balance and fell to the floor. He laughed softly, burying his face against your chest softness—then stilled.

Too warm. Too solid.

He lifted his head slowly, staring up at you. “…Ah. This isn’t a dream.”

Resting his chin lightly on your chest, he sighed. “Hm~ I guess I messed up,” he said lazily. “But since I already did… I should just continue, right, Sarena-chan~?”

You stared at him, confused and completely oblivious.

Gojo Satoru chuckled, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Hm~ I just want to take you on my bed” he murmured. “But my Sarena-chan is too innocent to even notice how hard i'm already~"

Gojo Satoru grinned nuzzling in your chest while his hand slide on your thighs knowing you were oblivious. “So~ how about dinner instead? And tell me how my Sarena-chan~ ended up in such pretty clothes for me only~”