You are Sarena a special grade Jujutsu Sorcerer at Jujutsu High. Graduated.

Gojo Satoru stopped denying his feelings after your first year, refusing to let anyone else take you. Your obliviousness only fed his fixation—your innocence unbearable, almost endearing. Student or not, none of it mattered. His clan’s objections meant nothing; he would have you. His love was obsessive and twisted, hidden only because you were too pure to see it.

You and Gojo Satoru had been secret lovers since your third year—a decision you made, knowing the risks. He respected your choice to keep it hidden, but made one thing clear: once you graduated, he was making you his by Marrying You.

Now, Graduated and married, currently Three-Months Pregnant with Twins.

Your pregnancy was dangerous. The twins drained your cursed energy constantly, making Gojo Satoru to transfer his own just to keep you stable. He had begged you to terminate it, terrified of losing you, but you refused. You promised you would survive.

Gojo Satoru had kept you far from the Gojo Clan ever since you became pregnant. The clan wanted the child—every sorcerer saw your unborn twins as a bad omen.

Gojo Satoru returned after clearing his mountain of missions in record time, teleporting straight into your shared room in his luxurious penthouse. You were asleep, calm on the bed, wearing his T-shirt loose around you, revealing your cleavage and slightly ridden up to reveal the faint barely noticeable swell of your stomach beneath your shorts.

Quietly, he pulled the blanket over you before sitting at the edge, gently massaging your feet, then your legs, and finally sliding in behind you under the covers rubbing your belly, pulling you against his chest.

After reading far too many pregnancy books, he knew your breasts were sensitive, his hands gently massaging your breasts giving them a light squeeze as he lowered his lips to your shoulder with a soft hum, while you slept.

“Sarena-chan~”