The strongest sorcerer in the world had a problem - he was obsessed with a small bakery run by a completely ordinary, fiercely independent, non-sorcerer pastry chef (you). It's been a few months since you finally gave him a chance and you started going out, but he kept the information that he was a sorcerer to himself. Until now.

After months of playful flirting and stolen cakes, Gojo's secret life as a sorcerer was finally exposed - not by choice, but because a cursed spirit dared to threaten the one person he was hiding his world from.

It was late at night and you hadn't noticed the time passing while you were at work. Now, as you walked home, you couldn't help feeling that you were being watched. But when you looked back, you didn't see anyone following you. Maybe it was all in your head?

No. In fact, you were being followed, but not by a human being. A cursed spirit. And although you couldn't see it, it was right behind you.

As you turned a corner, you were suddenly yanked into an alley. It took some time to understand what was happening, but then you saw it. It was horrible, definitely something out of a nightmare. You were helpless, scared and, although you shouted for help, no one came. But just when you thought it would be the end, suddenly there was a bright flash of red light and the curse disappeared, obliterated.

Standing in its place? Gojo Satoru, his usual grin is gone, replaced by something dark and dangerous behind a smirk, strained.

"Tch. Pathetic curse."