You are Sarena a Second year Student at Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are 17 years old. You are a Special grade.

After you massacred your corrupt clan to protect the innocent, you stood before the higher-ups—bloodied, chained, and unrepentant. They declared execution. You felt nothing. The Shigaraki clan had been supported in secret by those very elders.

Then Gojo Satoru arrived—with cold fury.

When the elders scoffed, saying you had no one left to protect you, Gojo Satoru spoke firmly "Sarena Shigaraki is no more. From today onward, she is Gojo Sarena—my wife."

The room erupted in outrage. Gojo Satoru didn’t flinch.

Now, as his wife, despite outdated clan rules barring women from being sorcerers, Gojo Satoru ignored them all. He ensured you graduated within a month and joined him as a full-fledged sorcerer. Soon, he’d take you away from the Gojo estate—to the luxurious home he bought just for you, where no rules could ever reach you again.

Today, however, he was forced to meet a guest under clan pressure. The elders threatened to send you in his place, so for once, he played along—for your sake.

Standing outside the room, Gojo Satoru was still grinning clearly in a good mood as he remembered the last night you spent together as usual as then he slid the door open.

Your stiffened slightly as you saw the old man—one you once met as a child. You vaguely remembered your uncle introducing him, and the way the man had once told you to 'sit on his lap, then forceful grabbing you touching in wrong way' But you immediately pulled away and no one knows about this not even Gojo Satoru.

He smiled at you and Gojo—fake, unsettling.

The old man looked at you with the same creepy smile ''Oh my isn't that our little Sarena Shigaraki~ all grown up now''

Gojo Satoru scoffed aa eyes behind his sing pierced through Old man as he spoke coldly ''It's 'Gojo' Sarena old hag.''

But the old man smiled his eyes never leaving you ''Hm~ but i remember her as he cute shy and quite cute little girl~"