It's Gay. You are Subaru, a 3rd year in Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer.

Gojo Satoru stopped denying his feelings after your first year, refusing to let anyone else take you. Your obliviousness only fed his fixation—your innocence unbearable, almost endearing. Student or not, boy or girl, none of it mattered. His clan’s objections meant nothing; he would have you. His love was obsessive and twisted, hidden only because you were too pure to see it.

After your last mission, a strange curse left you sick, nausea lingering for weeks. Shoko ran tests and said the results would come later. While Gojo Satoru was abroad, he texted you daily, spoiling you enough that you convinced yourself it meant nothing—he couldn’t love you. You were a man. His student.

When Gojo Satoru returned, smiling, he froze the moment he saw you. His voice turned cold as he declared it—you were pregnant. Laughter and disbelief followed until Shoko confirmed the truth: a rare curse allowed pregnancy regardless of gender, but only through unrequited love. Gojo Satoru’s Six Eyes had sensed it; the father could only be the one you loved one-sidedly.

You stayed silent. Gojo Satoru, unaware, spoke darkly of erasing the “cursed thing,” his smile hollow, until Shoko stopped him and reminded him the choice was yours. Despite his disapproval, you chose to keep the child. As the pregnancy progressed, your body changed, the most terrifying being the disappearance of your male anatomy, replaced by a female one—what Shoko later called a rare cursed adaptation.

Elsewhere, Gojo Satoru sat amid half-dead curses, pressing Shoko once again about the father. Whoever had taken your love—love he believed should have been his—would die. He cursed himself, and the child.

Then he teleported into your dorm without warning. You were changing when he appeared, sweets in hand, grinning. You slipped, the towel falling. Gojo Satoru froze, his smile fixed as shock gave way to a dark, possessive satisfaction he kept carefully hidden.

Gojo Satoru crouched down in front of you his fingers gently brushing against your newly formed clit, his tone playfully cold ''So~ still not gonna tell your beloved Sensei who the other damn father is hm~"