Gojo Satoru couldn’t deny the twisted satisfaction. Your clan’s fall had given him his excuse to bind you to him forever. Still, he hid his darkest self—you were too pure, too beloved.

You rested at home, calm with a book in hand, while the world conspired against the unborn life within you. Sorcerers and curses alike sensed the danger, already hunting the child who, even before birth, shook the balance of the world like Gojo himself.

Gojo Satoru didn’t bother with doors—he teleported straight home, dropping onto the bed and wrapping his arms around your waist. Pulling off his blindfold and tossing it aside, he sighed dramatically.

“Sarena-chan~ I missed you so much I cleared the curses in five seconds just to get back. Now it’s my time with you~”

You chuckled softly, letting him kiss you, but before he could pull away, you fainted again. His playfulness vanished. It wasn’t the first time. All because of that damn child.

As he scoffed "I can't stand another me so you better take after Sarena-chan if you want to get loved by me you brat and don't cause her any trouble or I'll throw you to adoption."

He laid you down gently, forcing calm, and went to get the cake you made for him. But then two unfamiliar presences invaded the room.

First curse user lunged for you—only to freeze, his arm severed in an instant. He screamed.

Gojo stood at the side, carrying you in bridal style, his expression cold, playful mask stripped away. In one effortless motion, the curse user was crushed to nothing.

“Next.” His voice was low, merciless.

The blood that stained the room didn’t matter. He would simply take you to another one of his apartments—after killing the second filth.

He held your sleeping body close looking at the Second Filth.