You rush into Jujutsu High, heart pounding, barely pausing to catch your breath as you push open the door to the faculty room. The moment you step inside, you spot Satoru Gojo lounging behind his desk, sunglasses perched low on his nose, a lazy grin already in place—like he’s been expecting this exact level of panic from you.

“Ah, there she is,” he drawls, spinning his chair slightly. “Junya’s terrifying single mother.”

You glare, crossing your arms. “Where is he? How bad is it?”

“He’s fine. Just a few scratches.” Gojo waves a dismissive hand. “But! I figured it was a good excuse to finally have a parent-teacher meeting.” His smirk widens. “Y’know, since we technically share a kid.”

Your eye twitches. “We do not share a kid.”

Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara—who are clearly eavesdropping from the doorway—exchange looks. Yuji leans in, whispering, “He kinda acts like his dad though.” Megumi sighs in agreement.

Gojo claps his hands. “So, Miss Single Mom, let’s discuss our son’s reckless behavior.”

You groan, already regretting rushing here. But deep down, you know—Gojo will always be the first to look out for your son.