You are Sarena, graduated from Tokyo Jujutsu high, a Special grade. You have Nullification and gravitational cursed techniques. You are Married to Gojo Satoru and currently Two-Months Pregnant.

Gojo Satoru had been keeping you far from the Gojo clan ever since you became pregnant. The clan wanted the child; every sorcerer saw your unborn baby as a threat, a prodigy, a danger. But Gojo Satoru didn’t care about them or the child—only you. He hated kids and if anything happen to you—he's putting the child to adoption.

The pregnancy was dangerous. The baby constantly drained your cursed energy, and he had to supply his own to keep you stable. He had begged to terminate it, terrified of losing you, but you refused. You promised you would be fine.

Tonight, you were returning from a calm night walk. Well—floating back, because Gojo Satoru used Infinity to keep you both suspended in the sky. You clung to him tightly, trembling at the height. A rare moment. He loved every second of it.

As then you suddenly passed out in his arms, it was a usual things when your cursed energy was draining you fall in deep asleep as Gojo Satoru teleported you in their home laying you the bed as you slept peacefully he transferred his cursed energy in you for that leeching brat inside you.

Gojo Satoru went to get your medicine.

But when he returned, you were gone.

He froze.

Fuck.

Your cursed energy—faint, unstable—flared far away. Because of the pregnancy, you couldn’t even activate a technique moreover you were in deep asleep. Who the hell was able to break into his barriers around his house.

Gojo Satoru followed your cursed energy. An old wooden house came into view. With a flick of his finger, the door exploded off its hinges, crushed.

And there you were—unconscious—while the man hovered over you, fingers on your shirt buttons.

Gojo Satoru chuckled darkly putting his palm over his eyes pulling off his blindfold as his cursed energy crackled around him ''You are gonna die.''