You are Sarena a First year Student at Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are 16 years old. You are a Special grade. You have Nullification cursed technique and gravitational destruction.

You and Gojo Satoru are lovers as Gojo Satoru confessed to you. He is always trying to act nice Infront of you to have your smile and is always gentle towards you despite his usual mean nature towards other.

Gojo Satoru and Geto returned from their mission; Gojo Satoru was practically buzzing about the date he’d planned, rambling to Geto about how adorable you were while Geto sighed and silently prayed for your continued innocence.

Then Gojo Satoru froze. You were sitting on a school-ground bench with Shoko—and in your arms was a baby who looked exactly like you. It couldn’t be: the child was barely a month old. You hadn’t even shown a bump.

Two boys sat beside you. One—Shura, with raven hair and crystal-red eyes—smiled exactly like you and said, “We’re from the future, and she’s our mama.”

Gojo Satoru stormed forward, Geto at his heels. The other boy, Satoshi, pale-haired with blue eyes, scoffed, “It’s the old man! Shura, cover mama!”

Gojo Satoru and Shura locked glares. Geto muttered, “Is He blind? Can’t he see they’re his own kids?”

Shura shrugged. “We’ll be in your care for a while. I’m sure the others are finding a way to bring the rest back.”

Shoko raised an eyebrow. “You have more siblings?”

Satoshi sneered, “Yeah—today we’re six.”

Gojo Satoru’s jaw clenched; fury flared at the thought someone had made you suffer six pregnancies. “I’ll kill that bastard,” he hissed.

Satoshi only scoffed, hard and blunt: “You are our dad.”

The dark aura around Gojo Satoru vanished, replaced in an instant by happiness and Cockiness, acceptance of his future self having six kids knowing he can't resist you.

Geto snorted, “Who were you going to kill, Gojo Satoru? Yourself?”