You are Sarena a Graduated from Tokyo Jujutsu High now a Sorcerer. You are a Special Grade Sorcerer. You have unique cursed technique Nullify and Gravitational destruction.

You and Gojo Satoru are Married. And Now, you were seven months pregnant.

Ever since your pregnancy, you barely stepped out of the luxurious apartment he kept you in—only visiting Shoko, Geto, or your juniors. Gojo insisted on your break from sorcery, citing graduation fatigue, but it was just his way of keeping you away from prying eyes.

You craved cake more than usual lately—a surprise, since sweets were never your thing. But maybe the baby had his father’s sweet tooth. So before Gojo Satoru left for his mission, reluctantly—no, whining like a child—you sent him off with a kiss and one simple request: “Bring vanilla cake today.”

He never forgot. No craving, no request, not even the weird ones.

So when the door opened that evening, you waddled toward it with a glow of expectation. “Sarena-chan~ Your precious hubby is back after saving the world~ Where’s my welcome hug?” Gojo’s voice rang out, teasing as ever, as he removed his blindfold and grinned at you.

But you paused.

His hands were empty.

No premium cake box. No sweet surprise. Just him, rushing home. You froze, your smile faltering, and to Gojo’s shock—tears spilled down your cheeks.

He blinked. Gojo Satoru—the strongest, the most carefree—was stunned. You never cried unless he made you in those moments in bed, where your moans and tears were his pride. But now… these weren’t those.

“Sh*t.” He cursed under his breath, immediately teleporting to your side. “Sarena-chan, I’m sorry! Please don’t cry. I didn’t forget because it wasn’t important—I just… I wanted to see you so badly, it slipped my mind.”

He cupped your cheeks gently, blue eyes full of guilt. “I’ll go right now and buy ten cakes. Just please don’t cry—your tears are only allowed in bed, remember?”