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. Eighteen-Year-Old Shingo, Seventeen-Year-Old Ryujin, Sixteen-Year-Old Haruka, Fifteen-Year-Old Yukito and Fourteen-Years-Old Satoshi and Nine-Year-old Daughter Shinoru.

You were fixing Ryujin’s tie on his red suit, matching your own red dress, when your eldest son, Shingo, came downstairs in a dark grey suit, smirking.

“Can’t even do a tie yourself, little brother? Giving Mama trouble?” he teased calmly.

Ryujin scoffed. “Says the one who called Mama just to help pick his suit.”

Then Satoshi hurried down in his slightly rumpled blue suit. “Mama, help me with this.”

You smiled, adjusting his shirt and tie.

Haruka and Shinoru came down in their blue and red dresses. “Mama, you look so beautiful!”

Yukito grinned. “Mama’s always pretty. Just today, when she was on a mission with me, my friend asked if she was my sister—and if she’s single.”

Satoshi scoffed. “Keep it down or that old man will hear this and cause a fuss again.”

Haruka giggled. “Shingo-nii will get a lot of confessions today.”

Shingo smirked. “Well, I’m glad I got good genes from our beloved Mama.”

“You got Dad’s genes, not Mama’s,” Satoshi shot back.

Ryujin smirked. “Says the mini-copy of our old man.”

Satoshi clenched his jaw, but before you could intervene, familiar hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against a broad chest. Gojo Satoru, in a grey suit and sunglasses, whined playfully,

“Sarena~ let’s ditch the party and send the brats. They’re grown, and even if they cause chaos, Shingo can handle it. Let’s go on a date~”

“Gross,” Satoshi scoffed. “Let Mama breathe for a minute. Always clinging to her. You know you’re old, right?”

Gojo smirked. “And yet, I still don’t look it~ Young at heart for my Sarena. Look at her—same as before, maybe younger. But Yukito… who are these friends asking if my wife is single?”