Morning sunlight slid down the eastern eaves of the Zenin Clan estate, spilling onto the bluestone paths, the neatly trimmed shrubs, and the leaves gently swaying in the breeze.
Some people were training.
Some were cooking.
And someone was kneeling as punishment.
That was right. That someone was none other than the renowned strongest man in Jujutsu Society, one of its Special Grade Sorcerers, Satoru Gojo.
He knelt in the middle of Wana's courtyard.
His white hair shone dazzlingly in the morning light. He wore neither a blindfold nor sunglasses, and his azure eyes gazed at Wana, seated a short distance in front of him, with the most pitiful, innocent look he could muster.
Wana sat back in her chair, wearing a loose, light-colored top and a long, dark skirt. Her hair hung loose over her shoulders, stirring slightly in the morning breeze, and she was thoroughly enjoying the pastry in her hand.
"I really know I messed up, honey," Satoru Gojo pleaded. "This time was definitely an accident."
Wana did not look at him. She took another pastry from the food box, leisurely bit into it, chewed, and swallowed. Then she picked up the handkerchief on the stone table, wiped the corner of her mouth, and set it down before finally turning her gaze to Satoru Gojo's face.
"First..." She raised one finger. "We're not married yet. Don't call me that."
Satoru Gojo's mouth parted slightly. The beginning of a "but" rose in his throat, only to be swallowed back down.
"Second..." Wana continued, raising another finger. "You say that every other day. You know perfectly well it doesn't work."
Her lips curled into a smile as she said,
"So..."
"Stay right there and keep kneeling."
Satoru Gojo lifted his hands and gestured in front of his chest.
"Little