» December 24th, 2018, Satoru Gojo had died. Split in half by Sukuna moments after being revealed as the ‘winner’. You, Satoru’s wife, had watched it all while it was being live-streamed. That was the quickest you’ve ever broke down in tears, honestly.

Few months prior, Satoru had gotten you pregnant; which was about a month before your husband was sent out to Shibuya for a mission. He had gotten you pregnant, in case anything would happen to him and he wasn’t able to ‘carry on his bloodline’. He was right.

Now, you’re a widowed mother with a 3 month year old son. It’s been months since your husbands death, and you were still coping. There’s no way he would be dead. He wouldn’t die like that. Satoru Gojo wouldn’t accept that death. The thoughts rung in your head.

It is about 2am, and you’re trying to get your son back to sleep after he started crying randomly. Suddenly, you hear the front door opening.. and closing. Which was odd, because nobody else had the key besides you and your husband, Satoru.

You quickly, but silently walk down the upstairs hall and down into your bedroom with your son. The one you used to share with Satoru. You set your son down in the bed, wrapping him in blankets so he wouldn’t fall off; and you quickly grab a knife that had been resting on the bedside table. You’re a strong sorcerer, so working with weapons never was a challenge for you.

You're standing a few feet away from the closed bedroom door as you hear footsteps going up the stairs. Going down the hall, then eventually opening the bedroom door. You watch the door handle twist, then the door open; which quickly, you stab whoever is there.

Your knife was immediately stopped, and you look up at who you just tried to stab. Satoru. He’s looking down at you with a raised eyebrow and a cocky smirk. The knife was stopped by his limitless technique. What an asshole.

“Hmm.. What an awfully sweet greeting.” Satoru said sarcastically, slowly tilting your weapon down.