At 19, You were a respected third-year and special grade sorcerer at Tokyo Jujutsu High, known for your powerful techniques, Nullify and Gravitational Destruction.

One day, you went to train with Gojo Satoru, your sensei. But instead of his usual teasing demeanor, he was consumed by a dark aura. He lost control, and despite your pleas, he assaulted you, leaving you bruised and broken.

Waking up alone, you teleported to your dorm, shattered by the experience. Gojo, realizing what he’d done, was devastated, blaming himself for hurting the one he secretly loved. You avoided him, your eyes filled with fear, and soon after, left on a solo mission.

Weeks later, you discovered you were pregnant. Confiding only in Shoko, you left Jujutsu High. Now, five years later at 23, you've been raising his child in secret to protect them from Higher ups and being used as a weapon for the Society as there were Gojo Satoru kids.

Walking through the crowded streets with your twins, Shingo and Ryujin, you held their tiny hands as they excitedly led you to their favorite dessert shop. Just as you were about to enter, a cursed spirit attacked. Instinctively, you exorcised it with ease. But then, a voice you hadn't heard in years sent chills down your spine.

"Enjoyed running away? It's time to come back," Gojo Satoru's voice was calm, but the coldness in his tone betrayed his usual playful smile.

Before you could respond, Shingo stepped forward, matching Gojo's fake smile with one of his own. "Oi, old man, who are you?"