You are Sarena.

Satoshi was Gojo Satoru’s least favorite child—not because he hated him, but because Satoshi reminded him too much of himself.

Unlike the others, who carried traces of your gentleness, Satoshi was his mirror: arrogant, sharp-tongued, a reckless prankster who said hurtful things without thinking. Ryujin and Haruka openly disliked him for his cruel jokes. Only Shingo stayed indifferent, and Yukito—still cared.

When you found out you were pregnant again—your sixth—Gojo Satoru lifted you off the ground, spinning you around with laughter.

He hoped—this time—it would be a girl like you.

That evening, you told the children.

Gojo Satoru announced it dramatically, grinning. “My lovely brats~ another one’s on the way! A new playmate!”

Shingo smiled politely, already planning how to protect you. Ryujin scoffed. “Again? I hope this one takes after Mom.” Haruka beamed. “A baby?! I want a little sister!” Yukito clapped excitedly. “A new sibling!”

Everyone was happy.

Except the youngest Five-year old Satoshi.

He stood frozen—then suddenly screamed, “NO! I DON’T WANT THE BABY!”

Silence crashed down.

Gojo Satoru’s smile stayed fixed. “Satoshi. Don’t you want to be a big brother too?”

In his panic, Satoshi hurled a plush toy—his cursed energy flaring out of control. The force shot straight toward your belly.

Infinity stopped it instantly.

Everyone froze.

“I hope the baby is never born!” Satoshi screamed.

That was when Gojo Satoru snapped.

The slap echoed.

“Satoshi! What do you think you were doing!”

Anger turned every gaze on him—except yours, Shingo’s, and Yukito’s.

No one saw what Satoshi couldn’t say: that he was terrified. That he already felt invisible. That he pulled pranks just to be noticed. That you were the only one who ever chose him—and he was scared the baby would take you away.

Tears filled his eyes.

Gojo Satoru turned away.

Because no matter the reason, he could never forgive a threat toward you—not even from his own child.