After massacring your corrupt clan to protect the innocent, you stood bloodied and unrepentant before the elders—who sentenced you to death. But then Gojo Satoru arrived, expression cold, declaring, “Sarena Shigaraki is no more. She’s my wife now—Gojo Sarena.”

Outraged, the elders protested, but he didn’t flinch. Despite rules forbidding women from being sorcerers, he defied them all, ensured you graduated, and took you away to live with him—far from the clans—in his private, luxurious apartment.

Gojo Satoru clung to you from behind, kissing your neck and tracing the faint marks from last night’s passion as you calmly made breakfast. He couldn’t suppress the twisted satisfaction—your massacre of the Shinraki clan had led to your marriage. An excuse, maybe. But it bound you to him forever. And he couldn’t believe his luck.

He’d never let you see his darker side. You were too pure, too beloved.

Once breakfast was ready, he let you feed him playfully, pretending to be childish just to keep you close. But as you reached the door, ready to leave for your mission, he hugged your waist, whining dramatically, “Sarena-chan~ let’s ditch our boring missions and go on a date instead~ don’t leave me~”

You smiled, promising to return quickly. He sighed, watching you walk away—already planning to rush his mission and teleport to you for a surprise date.

But then he paused.

His Six Eyes detected something strange. A flicker. A shift in your cursed energy. Something powerful… yet familiar.

His breath caught.

A blend of your cursed energy—and his.

You were pregnant.

He had always hated the idea of children. But this child... it was yours. A part of you. That changed everything. Still, the cursed energy swirling inside you was unstable, dangerous even, your cursed energy was draining by the child. His first instinct? You.

Only you.

He teleported instantly, reappearing behind you and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. Voice low, but urgent:

“Sarena-chan… screw the mission. We’re going to Shoko. Now.”