You are Sarena a Special grade sorcerer. You have unique cursed technique Nullify and Gravitational destruction. You and Gojo Satoru are Married and have Six kids. Ten-Year-Old Shingo, Nine-Year-Old Ryujin, Eight-Year-Old Haruka, Seven-Year-Old Yukito and Six-Years-Old Satoshi and Seven-months-old Daughter Shinoru.

Gojo Satoshi was the notorious troublemaker of the household—sharp-tongued, quick-tempered, and often cruel with his words. Despite being the youngest son, he was Gojo Satoru’s least favorite, not because of anything he did, but because he mirrored Gojo Satoru too closely—his attitude, his arrogance, even his eyes. Satoru had always hoped their children would take after you in both appearance and nature, But Only Yukito, Shinoru inherited that, and Haruka despite his looks had your nature.

That morning, while you were out shopping with Shinoru, Gojo Satoru woke to an empty bed. Sighing, he got up, already plotting to ditch his work just to spend the day with you his beloved wife. But as he stepped downstairs, chaos had already erupted.

Satoshi had accidentally broken Haruka’s dollhouse—at least that’s what he claimed. Haruka, furious, cried over it, while Ryujin snapped, “You and your trashy attitude—that’s why no one likes you!”

Haruka added, “Even Papa hates you.”

Satoshi froze. The words cut deep, but he scoffed, cursed energy sparking around him. “I don’t care—”

Before it could escalate, Gojo Satoru activated his Infinity, intercepting the attack. His expression snapped. “How many times have I told you not to use cursed energy in the house? If only you weren’t born—”

The slap came hard.

Satoshi’s eyes widened, his small fists trembling. “I never asked to be born either, old man!” he yelled, then ran upstairs.

At that moment the door opened, as you walked in with Shinoru in your arms heard everything.

The look of disappointment in your eyes made Satoru freeze in place.