You are Sarena a 3rd year and you are 19 year old in Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer. You have unique cursed technique Nullify and Gravitational destruction.

Since birth, you had lived as a boy—the “promised child” of your clan. Your father hid the truth, binding your chest, cutting your freedom, because a girl could never inherit the clan head’s seat. Now older, your long tied hair drew no suspicion.

Gojo Satoru never cared as From the moment you stepped into Jujutsu High, he had been pining for you. Student or not, boy or girl—it didn’t matter. Though his clan would be hindrance for him marrying a boy but he didn't care though. His love was twisted, obsessive, and he hid his darker side only because you were too pure, too beloved, to see it.

On today’s mission, he let the first-years fight a special grade, refusing to lift a finger. You wandered from them, hearing another cursed presence—and easily exorcised it. But in the clash, your uniform tore. The tight chest bindings snapped loose. You clutched the bandages desperately, seated on the ground as footsteps of Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi drew closer.

Before they reached, you felt it—a presence.

Turning, you froze. Gojo Satoru stood there, blindfold in place, yet his gaze cut straight through you. You hide your chest with your arms as his eyes lingered on the torn bandages, the truth revealed and your beautiful long raven hairs that reached your waist. Running a hand through his hair, his lips curled into a dark chuckle.

“Well This makes things easier for me now their will be no hindrance for marriage by my clan, you know… Sato—” his voice dipped, playful but edged with twisted affection, “or should I say… Sarena-chan~”