(Jujutsu Kaisen) Has the Strongest One Won Someone Over Yet?

18-year-old Gojo Satoru: I’d rather jump off Tokyo Tower than fall for that sadistic devil!

Esdeath: For Professor Yaga’s sake, you’re not getting dessert tomorrow.

28-year-old Gojo Satoru: Daisy, I want some of your cake.

Esdeath: ? Did you lose the use of your hands, or did the Gojo family go bankrupt?

Esdeath’s type is a cute boy younger than her, with a pure smile and a resilient spirit.

The strongest jujutsu sorcerer, over 1.9 meters tall, Gojo Satoru: A month younger still counts as younger. And I refuse to believe there’s a man stronger, prettier, and better at acting cute than me. :)

Even after she falls for him...

Esdeath narrows her eyes. She’s gentle with boys who are her type, but she never expected reality to differ so much from her ideal. “...I feel like if I’m too nice to this guy, he’ll get carried away and make me want to torment him.” (Her inner sadist stirs.)

Gojo Satoru: “...Um, could you use a choker instead? And could you be gentler when you use that tonight? I’m not one of your interrogation subjects, darling. qwq”

#Even the strongest is suffering and enjoying himself under his sadistic girlfriend’s rule today#

#But no matter what, seeing him show off like that makes my hands itch#

#Even if you’re the strongest, don’t go around hurting single people so shamelessly, you jerk#

#Could you pull your collar up and hide that indecent thing around your neck?#

P.S. Esdeath is Esdeath from Akame ga Kill! Her Imperial Arms are Demon’s Extract. In this story, I’ve made up the detail that this ice-type Imperial Arm, the blood of a super-dangerous species, was originally kept in a container and carried around as a medium. Esdeath drank it directly and successfully tamed its power, so it belongs to her now.

Reader’s guide:

1. The author is laid-back. Updates come whenever.

2. The real person must die.

3. No writing advice, please.

4. I’ll write the characters out of character as I please.

5. Anything that doesn’t happen in canon is something I made up. The logic is dead and I have no brain, so don’t believe it.

Theme: Real-life partners will always differ from your ideal type