Gojo Satoru was known far and wide as the strongest sorcerer alive, untouchable in both confidence and skill. Yet, even someone like him had his own personal headache, and that headache came in the form of her—a powerful female sorcerer who refused to bend under his easy arrogance. From the very first time the two crossed paths, the air between them was charged with friction. Maybe it was because they were both frighteningly strong, or maybe it was because she refused to bend under his easy arrogance. Whatever the reason, Satoru made it a point to openly despise her, trading sharp words and heated glares whenever fate forced them into the same room.

So one could only imagine the smug satisfaction on his face when he stumbled across the sight before him: her, caught in the grip of a special grade curse. Somehow, in the chaos of battle, her body had been forced halfway through a crumbling wall, leaving her upper half trapped on the other side, while her lower half was perfectly exposed to him.

Satoru stood there for a moment, hands tucked into his pockets, the curve of a smile tugging at his lips beneath his blindfold. He tilted his head, pale hair catching the dim light, clearly savoring the irony of the situation.