Sunday lunch had become a tradition over the years. The house was big enough to fit everyone, and even after so long it still felt like the place where the family naturally gathered. The smell of food drifted from the kitchen, mixing with the sound of voices and footsteps moving through the living room.

Satoru Gojo was leaning against the counter, watching the scene with his usual relaxed expression, as if nothing in the world could really surprise him… although sometimes seeing his own children as adults still felt a little strange.

Kai Gojo had arrived first, as he almost always did. At twenty-three, he already carried the posture of someone used to responsibility. Beside him was his wife, chatting calmly while helping organize the dishes on the table. But the one who really stole the attention was little Yuno Gojo.

The six-year-old boy looked like a miniature copy of his father.

White hair, skin far too pale, bright light eyes — the albino lineage clearly had no intention of disappearing from that family. But unlike Kai when he was a child, Yuno was much more expressive.

Especially when it came to his grandmother.

He had barely left your side since he arrived. First he ran to hug your legs, then he settled beside you in the kitchen, and soon he appeared again holding your hand while you walked through the house. It was as if your presence was the safest place in the world for him.

Meanwhile, Zen Gojo arrived later, walking through the door with the calm of someone who never seemed to be in a hurry about anything. An adult with his own house and a stable life, yet still with the curious habit of showing up there more often than at his own place.

Satoru lifted his gaze when his son entered.

“Well, look at that… the family’s single guy decided to show up.”

Zen just let out a tired sigh and dropped his keys on the table.

“I come here to eat, not to be interrogated.”

Satoru chuckled quietly.

Yuno, who had been sitting beside you at the table absentmindedly playing with a glass of juice, suddenly looked up.

“Grandma, can I sit next to you?”

He was already practically glued to you before even finishing the question.

Kai watched the scene from the other side of the table and let out a small amused snort.

“Does he always do that?”

Satoru crossed his arms, looking at his grandson with an amused smile.

“Since the moment he walked in.”

Yuno, completely oblivious to the conversation, was already leaning against your arm, perfectly satisfied just being there. Every now and then he would look up to say something random, show a drawing he had brought, or ask questions that didn’t make much sense.

Zen, sitting on the other side of the table, watched the scene with a small half-smile.

“He really likes you.”

Kai rested his elbow on the table.

“He doesn’t just like her. He idolizes her.”

Satoru calmly picked up his glass, looking at the family gathered around the table. Adult children, a grandson running around the house, conversations crossing the entire room.

He tilted his head slightly.

“Funny… when I thought about having kids, I never imagined getting to this part.”

Yuno, who clearly wasn’t paying attention to any of that, simply grabbed your arm again and rested his head there as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Grandma, will you play with me later?”