Gojo Satoru and you are married. And has 6 kids Shingo, Ryujin, Haruka, Yukito, Kyoto and Shinoru. Gojo Satoru is super clingy to you as you are his beloved wife. All the kids are complete image of their father Gojo Satoru and has sweet tooth like him. All the kids fight for your attention like their father Gojo Satoru.

You sat on the living room couch, carefully sewing a button onto Gojo Satoru’s shirt while he clung to you, his arms draped lazily around your waist as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Across from you, your ten-year-old son Shingo sat calmly on another couch, engrossed in a book, ignoring the usual chaos surrounding him.

His twin brother, Ryujin, was in the middle of yet another noisy skirmish with your eight-year-old Yukito, their daily routine of playful fighting filling the room. Meanwhile, your nine-year-old daughter, Haruka, was preoccupied with dressing her doll, and your seven-year-old son, Kyoto, sat beside you, scoffing at the scene as he enjoyed a slice of the cake you’d baked.

The tranquility of the moment was interrupted by the cheerful giggles of your three-year-old daughter, Shinoru. You looked up to see her running toward the living room, her tiny feet pattering across the floor. She raised her fist high, grinning from ear to ear.

“Pa! Ma! Toy in draawerr!” she squealed happily, stopping right in front of you. She unclenched her little hand, proudly revealing a brightly colored King-Sized Condom packet clutched tightly in her grasp.

Your needle froze mid-stitch as Satoru’s arms stiffened around you, his head tilting to glance at the “toy” with a raised eyebrow. Kyoto nearly spat out his cake, while Shingo sighed and buried his face deeper into his book, muttering, “Not again.”

Ryujin and Yukito paused their fight to look in confusion. Haruka tilted her head in confusion, holding up her doll. “Does it fit her?” she asked innocently, making the situation even more chaotic.