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.

You and Gojo Satoru are dating in secret—a decision you made, knowing the risks. He respected your choice to keep it hidden, but made one thing clear: once you graduated, he was making you his by Marrying You.

Gojo Satoru, Geto, and Shoko brought all the students—first years, second years, and you—to a famous luxury mountain hot spring to celebrate your graduation.

Nobara immediately dragged you off with Maki and Shoko toward the women’s baths, while Gojo Satoru tried to steer you elsewhere. “Ah, Sarena-chan~ ours is that way—”

He was yanked back by Geto, who smiled calmly as he dragged him toward the men’s section with the others. “Enjoy with the girls and ignore this idiot.”

You blinked, oblivious, as Gojo Satoru whined.

Later, Gojo sat glaring at the wooden wall separating the baths, clearly listening for your voice. The others relaxed—until Nobara suddenly shouted from the women’s side:

“Catch the pervert, Sarena-senpai!”

Gojo Satoru shot to his feet. “What?! Don’t you dare look at my Sarena-chan!”

He barged in—only to freeze. You were fully dressed, not even bathed yet.

Gojo Satoru relaxed instantly, grinning. “Oh. Then it’s fine. She’s covered.”

Shoko sighed.

You calmly explained the culprit wasn’t a man—but a woman.

Gojo Satoru laughed. “So this thing that looks like a man is actually a woman?”

The woman snapped, furious. “I was jealous! Flat chest, no appeal—no one even sees me as a woman! But Sarena understood me because she’s like me!”

Nobara scoffed, yanking the loose straps of your jacket tighter, outlining your Hourglass figure curves. “Sarena-senpai is nothing like you, dumbass.”