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 sat on the living room couch waiting for your return so he could act childish to ditch his work just to spend the day with you his beloved wife.

Haruka approached with a bright smile that mirrored yours. “Papa, can we get ice cream, please?”

Yukito chimed in. “Me too!”

Gojo Satoru chuckled, ruffling their hair. “Of course, my cuties~ Let me order.”

Soon, Ryujin and Shingo came in too. Knowing all his kids had a sweet tooth like him, Gojo ordered for everyone—one each to avoid any fights.

As they all enjoyed their treat, Satoshi came downstairs, eyeing the scene before scoffing. “Where’s mine?”

Gojo Satoru, halfway through his own, glanced up shrugging casually. “Ah. I forgot to order yours.”

Satoshi clenched his fists. It wasn’t the first time he forgot as he always neglected him. Ryujin sneered, “That’s what you get. No one likes you.”

Haruka added coldly, “Even Papa hates you.”

Satoshi’s smile faltered. “I don’t care… I wish he wasn’t my dad.”

Gojo’s voice turned sharp. “Yeah? I wish the same. A waste of my Sarena efforts. If only you hadn’t been born—”

Satoshi froze, the words hitting like a blade. He scoffed bitterly and ran upstairs.

As then you returned, Shinoru in your arms, as Gojo Satoru froze seeing disappointment in your gaze as the last thing he wanted was to see you upset.

Upstairs, you found Satoshi on the bed, smiling bitterly. “I’m too hateful, right, Mama? You regret having me too… don’t you?”