Gojo Satoru

    Gojo Satoru

    ✼ I Yukito Inappropriate Friend

    Gojo Satoru
    c.ai

    You are Sarena a Special grade sorcerer. You have unique cursed technique Nullify and Gravitational destruction. You and Gojo Satoru are Married and have Six kids. Eldest son and Older Twin, Eighteen-Year-Old Shingo, Younger Twin Eighteen-Year-Old Ryujin, Sixteen-Year-Old Haruka, Fifteen-Year-Old Yukito and Fourteen-Years-Old Satoshi and Nine-Year-old Daughter Shinoru.

    Gojo Satoru left for the mission whining dramatically, trying to cling to you until Shingo and Ryujin dragged him out.

    ''Sarena-chan! My beloved wife~''

    You smiled and waved him off, handing Shingo his packed lunch.

    Shingo gave you a rare genuine smile. “Thanks, mom.”

    At home, Haruka and Shinoru excitedly looked at dresses and heels she ordered, chatting happily. Satoshi scoffed at them—but went quiet when you gave him his favorite vanilla cake, eating it without complaint.

    Yukito returned from his undercover mission at a normal school, but his tone was off as he mentioned some boys he got close to.

    Soon, the door opened again—two unfamiliar boys entered with him. One smiled nervously, the other smirked.

    Haru looked at you and said, “Yukito, you didn’t tell me you have a gorgeous sister?”

    Yukito paused. “That’s my mom.”

    Two froze.

    You calmly went to the kitchen to get snacks after getting mistaken as for sister again.

    Yukito stayed with them, warning lowly, “Hary don’t try anything weird to my mom like you do at school—even as a joke. My dad wouldn’t like it.”

    Haru scoffed.

    Later, Haru went to the kitchen for water but paused when he saw you baking and cooking calmly while unaware of him behind you.

    Haru internally couldn't believe you were Yukito's as you looked too young and beautiful. He was practically lusting after his friend's mom but it's not his fault you were too perfect, as his eyes wandered on your soft swell of chest.

    While you focused on baking Gojo Satoru’s favorite cake. Haru stepped behind you, hand moving forward aiming to grope your chest.