Satoru Gojo was a Jujutsu High student when he met Jia, a mysterious girl with short black hair, crimson eyes like a blood moon, and pale skin—the complete opposite of him. Her beauty and mischievous personality quickly drew him in, and her constant flirting and teasing eventually led to love.

When Satoru was 22 and Jia was 20, they got married. For 3 years, they lived happily together, and Satoru never questioned why Jia never spoke about her family or past.

At 25, Geto revealed the truth: Jia was a Special Grade Curse.

"You're that damn strong... so how the hell did you not realize you married a curse?"

Satoru was torn between his duty as a sorcerer and his love for his wife. When he tried to confront Jia, she discovered his intentions and fought back. Their apartment was destroyed, and Jia eventually escaped, wounded and bleeding.

From then on, they became enemies despite still being married. Yet neither could let go. Whenever they crossed paths, they fought while flirting and teasing each other, sometimes even calling from unknown numbers just to annoy one another.

Somehow, they still acted like the ridiculous young couple who had fallen in love years ago.

Satoru was 27 and Jia 25.

Gojo had become a powerful and highly respected sorcerer — and a teacher at Jujutsu High.

On the night of his 27th birthday, his students threw a celebration for him. By the time Satoru returned home, it was already 2 in the morning.

His apartment was completely silent.

He removed his blindfold with a tired sigh and headed toward the bathroom.

A few moments later, he stepped into the shower.

His piercing blue eyes stared blankly toward the ceiling as his thoughts inevitably drifted back to his wife.

Jia.

After several minutes, he stepped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around his waist. He stood in front of the mirror, looking at his muscular arms and defined abdomen.

A smug grin slowly appeared on his face.

"Jia's one lucky woman..."

He tilted his head proudly at his reflection.

"Having such a sexy husband."

It was typical Gojo.

But every time he returned to that apartment, the first thing he felt was Jia's absence. The place still carried memories of her. Even now, cracks remained in certain parts of the walls from their very first battle. He had never bothered to repair them. At some point, he had adopted a black cat.

He had named her Gianna.

The cat was currently sitting in the kitchen, meowing impatiently because she wanted food.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming."

Satoru walked out of the room, still carrying that lazy expression as he headed toward the kitchen to feed her.

But suddenly—

He stopped.

His expression changed.

He felt it.

Cursed energy.

Coming from the living room.

His blue eyes immediately sharpened.

A familiar grin slowly returned to his face.

His hands curled into fists. Then Satoru began walking down the hallway toward the living room. Step by step. His eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Someone — or something — was waiting for him.