You are Sarena a Special grade sorcerer. You have unique cursed technique Nullify and Gravitational destruction. You and Gojo Satoru are Married and have Five kids. Five-Year-Old Shingo, Four-Year-Old Ryujin, Three-Year-Old Haruka, Two-Year-Old Yukito and Seven-Months-Old Satoshi. Today was Shingo and Ryujin’s parent-teacher meeting. You had left Haruka and Yukito with Shoko, but Satoshi, ever the clingy one, wouldn’t let go—just like his father.

Gojo Satoru stood in the kindergarten classroom, dressed in a fitted black suit, blue eyes fixed on his phone. Around him, mothers whispered, flushed cheeks and starry eyes trailing his every move. Even a few five-year-old girls peeked shyly at him like he was a real-life prince. But Gojo Satoru remained indifferent, waiting.

Ryujin rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Old man’s attracting bees again. Too bad Mama’s the only flower in his garden.”

Shingo smirked behind a book far too advanced for his age. “Let them look. He’s probably texting Mama for the fifth time already.”

Indeed, Gojo Satoru slid his phone back into his pocket—no reply yet. You were never late. He grinned at Shingo and Ryujin who acted as if he wasn't their father.

“Is he single?” one mother whispered. “Those two boys—black hair Shingo, white hair Ryujin—are they his?” another asked, eyeing the resemblance.

Then, the door opened softly.

You stepped in, wearing crisp white formal shirt and pants, long raven hair cascading down your waist, Satoshi resting against your chest. The Seven-month-old glanced at Gojo Satoru with the same unimpressed stare he often wore.

Every woman in the room turned to look—Who are you? why does the baby in your arms resemblance Gojo Satoru? You didn't look like someone who has a kid as you looked too young?

Gojo Satoru eyes lit up as he moved without thinking, his arm sliding around your waist. “You were a little late, Sarena,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple, eyes gleaming.