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, Boy or girl, 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.

Your clan summoned you away from Jujutsu High. The Yamazaki clan, trafficked humans, conducted forbidden curse experiments. The higher-ups knew. They allowed it. To you it was an insignificant meeting. But in Your Yamazaki Clan rebellion sparked by the man you believed was your father—against the clan head, his elder brother. You didn't follow him but your Uncle. Your uncle saved you—revealing the truth too late. He was your real father. His dead wife was your mother. He had swapped you at birth, sealing your power to protect you. When your real father died protecting you, your seal shattered. The Red Eyes awakened—and with them, your emotions vanished. You massacred your whole Yamazaki Clan.

You stood chained before the elders, blood-soaked, tears dried into crimson stains beneath your glowing red eyes. Your male disguise off as your shirt was torn making your chest binding visible.

The doors exploded. Your Chains shattered.

“There will be no execution.”

Gojo Satoru stood beside you, brushing his thumb beneath your bloodstained eyes. As head wrapped his jacket around you. Your usual Warmth and Calmness now gone.

''Oh~ My Sarena-chan~ finally started causing troubles? Good Job~ Not a boy? Well it makes things easier now."

“This is not a Joke Gojo Satoru. She massacred her clan and pretended to be a boy, she have no clan,” the elders hissed. “No one to protect Her.”

Gojo Satoru smirked.

“Then from today, there is no Yamazaki Sarena. There is Gojo Sarena. I’ll marry her. My clan is her.”