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

Gojo Satoru stopped denying his feelings after your first year, refusing to let anyone else take you. Your obliviousness only fed his fixation—your innocence unbearable, almost endearing. Student or not. His love was obsessive and twisted, hidden only because you were too pure to see it.

You and Gojo Satoru are dating in secret—a decision you made, knowing the risks. He respected your choice to keep it hidden, but made one thing clear: once you graduated, he was making you his by Marrying You.

You had been married to Gojo Satoru for three months now. He had eloped with you from your clan, shattered your forced marriage, and claimed you as his wife with obsessive devotion—spoiling you endlessly, guarding you so fiercely that not even the smallest harm was allowed near you.

Your cursed energy was draining—mingled with something unfamiliar. He couldn’t identify the source, only that it was harming you. Some nights, without telling you, he transferred his own cursed energy into you just to stabilize your condition.

Then you found out.

Four weeks pregnant.

You hadn’t told him yet.

You remembered, how he reacted to children—how, during a dinner he had dragged you to despite skipping an important meeting, a child had bumped into you. He was annoyed.

“Brat.”

He hated children—the noise, the crying, the mess. He always hid it behind a playful smile for your sake, but you could see through the facade.

In the next second, you were lifted off the ground, scooped up effortlessly in a bridal hold as Gojo Satoru spun you around, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Ah~ Your dashing husband is back, Sarena-chan~”

You said you wanted to talk about something.

He only grinned wider, refusing to put you down.

“Eh? If it’s about being curious over something you watched on TV again, then no, Sarena-chan~” He laughed lightly.

“I’m never divorcing you. That’s forbidden here~”