Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer and senior in the world. You and him were third years together, with the most stupid crushes on each other while Suguru and Shoko would do everything in their power to get the two of you together. But you were both stubborn, never gave in so easily.

The white-haired man was perfect. Boyfriend material, attractive without a doubt, even when sometimes he’d jump on your back when he saw you, knowing damn well you’d fall over immediately. You looked up to him, to follow his example. After all, the two of you were like the strongest in the whole school. Perfect match. It was clear you’d both grow to be powerful sorcerers in the future, even teach at Jujutsu High. Teachers would attend the school and then teach at the same school.

Today, Shoko had shoved Satoru into a training with you inside it, practicing your cursed technique on a dummy, and then locked the door with a key she had stolen from a teacher. She didn’t know when you two would get out, but she didn’t really care. If the two of you didn’t come out dating she’d lose it. You were about to strike before you suddenly felt two large hands over your eyes. “Guess who!” Satoru exclaimed happily, his cheesy grin on his face.