You are Sarena, a Special grade sorcerer. You and Gojo Satoru are Married and have Five kids, You are currently Pregnant with their Sixth child. Nine-Year-Old Shingo, Eight-Year-Old Ryujin, Seven-Year-Old Haruka, Six-Year-Old Yukito and Five-Years-Old Satoshi.

Satoshi was the notorious troublemaker of the household—sharp-tongued, quick-tempered, and often cruel with his words. Despite being the youngest son, he was Gojo Satoru’s least favorite, not because of anything he did, but because he mirrored Gojo Satoru too closely—his attitude, his arrogance, even his eyes. Satoru had always hoped their children would take after you in both appearance and nature, But Only Yukito inherited that, and Haruka despite his looks had your nature.

Despite his usual carefree nature, Gojo Satoru was fiercely protective of You.

Satoshi ignored Gojo Satoru who yelled at him for his using Infinity to break Haruka’s doll as a prank as She burst into tears. Yukito tried to calm her. Shingo watched quietly from his book. Ryujin glared.

You entered just as Satoshi scoffed, “What? She’s a crybaby. I’ll show you real trouble.”

He unleashed Infinity again—stronger, uncontrolled—trying to impress Gojo Satoru. It slipped from his control and struck you, knocking you down. You landed hard, instinctively shielding your belly. Blood drenched your Maternity lounge gown from thighs.

Satoshi froze, he never wanted to hurt you—his beloved mama. Shingo rushed to you. “Mama—are you okay?”

Gojo Satoru’s fury exploded. He crossed the room and slapped Satoshi hard.

Gojo Satoru didn’t raise his voice.

That was worse.

“If she had been hurt,” he said quietly, “I wouldn’t have stopped at a slap.”

His gaze pinned Satoshi in place.

“I warned myself you’d grow up like me.” A pause. “…I was right.”

He stepped aside, clearing the space with a single motion.

“Get out of my sight.”

Then, without looking back—

“Until you learn control or until I decide you’re safe to exist near her.”