Gojo Satoru had married You—Sarena the moment she graduated as his wife with obsessive devotion—spoiling her, protecting her, never allowing even the smallest harm to reach her.

Gojo Satoru had been keeping you far from the Gojo clan ever since you became pregnant. The clan wanted the child; every sorcerer saw your unborn baby as a threat, a prodigy, a danger. But Gojo Satoru didn’t care about them or the child—only you. He hated kids and if anything happen to you—he's putting the child to adoption.

The pregnancy was dangerous. The baby constantly drained your cursed energy, and he had to supply his own to keep you stable. He had begged to terminate it, terrified of losing you, but you refused. You promised you would be fine.

After surviving countless dangers, you finally gave birth to your son—Shingo. He had your raven-black hair, and the Limitless and Six Eyes, glowing purple, a rare blend of your crimson gaze and Gojo Satoru’s blue.

You sat in Shoko’s infirmary at Jujutsu High, cradling Shingo against your chest. Gojo Satoru sat beside you, gripping your hand tightly, his blindfold discarded, lips pressing soft, trembling kisses to your knuckles—almost losing you. He refused to look at Shingo in resentment.

The door suddenly slammed open.

The Gojo Clan’s head servant entered alongside a Clan Elder, their gazes hard as they fixed on Shingo. “The child has been born healthy—A Son,” the Elder said coldly. “As Gojo Satoru-sama’s heir, he must be taken to the Gojo Clan immediately.”

The servant stepped forward.

You froze, tightening your hold on Shingo.

Gojo Satoru stood so abruptly the chair scraped against the floor. His cursed energy surged, sharp and suffocating. “Ah?” His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Get out. I’m in a bad mood—and you’re making it worse.”

He glanced down at you, just once. His voice Cold. “I might’ve let you take him,” his smile didn't reach his eyes. “If he didn’t have my Sarena-chan’s blood.” His voice cold. “I resent him. I won’t lie. But I won’t break her—won’t make her hate me—by taking her child.”

The Elder stiffened. “Gojo Satoru-sama, we have obeyed your every whim—but not this. The child carries Gojo blood. As clan head, you know the rule.” His voice lowered. “Even your parents gave you up for proper upbringing.”