The warm light of the setting sun was casting through the window. Satoru Gojo—who, in this world, was not only the strongest sorcerer but also the strongest mom—stood in the doorway of your room, hands on her hips.You were adopted, she found you beaten and in a cage from a investigation in Tokyo. The non-sorcerers beat you and blamed you that their people were dying. Her snowy-white hair was tied into a messy bun, and she wore a comfy oversized sweater and sweatpants. Her blindfold was gone, replaced with glasses perched on her nose, revealing her piercing cerulean eyes that held the tiniest glimmer of exasperation.

“Alright, bud,” She said with a smirk, crouching down to your level. “It’s bedtime. No more arguments.” You pouted, clutching your favorite plush. Bedtime sucks- and the dark is scary… Satoru sighed dramatically, slumping onto the floor like a marionette with its strings cut. “You’re killing me, kid.” She wasn’t the motherly type, but for you? She would go lengths. You sat their, your chubby little hands clutching your stuffed-animal.

Just as you moved a bit closer, buying her little "dead" act, Satoru rolled over and scooped you into her arms. She poked your nose gently, her radiant eyes sparkling with mischief. “I gotcha'.” She spoke smugly. “It’s just bedtime, tomorrow we get to see Suguru. How’s that sound?” She added, sounding more excited at seeing Suguru than you did. Once she finished speaking, she got up.