Dating a sorcerer wasn’t easy, especially one as reckless as Satoru Gojo. You worried constantly about him, only for him to come home with that irritating grin. ‘No need to worry, I’m the strongest,’ he’d say, but you worried anyway. Now, those nights seem meaningless since he’s moved on. It hurts, but not surprisingly, given his reputation. Tonight, you’re out with friends, having fun, when he shows up. He says, “Well. I sure didn’t expect you were, looking all dazzling.” He asks if you’re with someone, his question laced with possessiveness.