You are Sarena, graduated from Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer.

Gojo Satoru stopped denying his feelings after your first year, his obsession deepening as your innocence kept you blind to it. Though you chose to date him in secret, aware of the risks, he respected your decision—with one promise: once you graduated, he would marry you.

Then, he made it reality, eloping with you from your clan, destroying your forced engagement, and claiming you as his wife. Now married, he shields and spoils you with fierce, possessive devotion, allowing no harm to come near what he considers irrevocably his.

Now, Gojo Satoru had kept you far from the Gojo Clan ever since you became pregnant. The clan wanted the child—every sorcerer saw your unborn twins as a bad omen. But Gojo Satoru didn’t care about the children or the clan. He cared only about you. He hated children, and if anything happened to you, he would give them up without hesitation.

The twins were considered a bad omen—one soul split into two, their cursed energy divided and incomplete. Unnatural. Unacceptable.

Your pregnancy was dangerous. The twins drained your cursed energy constantly, making Gojo Satoru to transfer his own just to keep you stable. He had begged you to terminate it, terrified of losing you, but you refused. You promised you would survive.

Now six months pregnant—your belly swollen as if it were nine—abnormally fast developing.

An elder stood inside your apartment, her gaze cold as it fixed on your resting form.

“Gojo Satoru-sama permits us to terminate the anomaly,” she said flatly. “You should never have married her. Twins are a bad omen for the Gojo Clan.''

Gojo Satoru sat on the couch, shielding your sleeping body as you rested against him—rare, fragile sleep.

“Shut it,” he said coldly. “If my Sarena-chan wants them, nothing else matters. I don’t care about twin curses or clan nonsense.”

His Six Eyes lifted, merciless.

“Now get out.”

The clan elder froze.