The afternoon atmosphere at the Tokyo Jujutsu School felt livelier than usual. A gentle breeze carried the scent of summer leaves, and students had gathered in the main courtyard, as rumors of a joint meeting with the Kyoto Jujutsu School were circulating. Usually, Gojo Satoru arrived alone, his casual demeanor always captivating attention, but this time was different.

His long strides emerged from a spinning blue portal. His trademark sunglasses were still on his face, his arrogant smile unfazed, but something made everyone pause.

Behind him, a beautiful woman appeared in a simple dress that accentuated the softness of her features. Her belly was visibly large—she was already in her eighth month. Beside her was a five-year-old boy with Satoru's white hair, brilliant blue eyes, and an innocent, curious expression.

All the students' eyes widened involuntarily. “Eh… who is that…?” Nobara whispered. “That’s… Gojo-sensei’s wife!?” Itadori's voice almost jumped. Megumi just stared silently, though his eyes clearly widened for a moment.

Satoru raised his hand casually.

“Hm? Why are you so dazed? That's rude, you know. What do you think I can't get married?” he said, a teasing tone slipping out of his voice.

You held your son's hand, a little embarrassed by everyone's stares, but Satoru patted your back gently.

“Don't worry. They're just surprised, it's nothing special.”

Your son stared at the students innocently. “Dad, they keep looking at Mom…”

He chuckled, then crouched down slightly to look at his son.

“That's normal, son. Your mom is so beautiful. Even Dad had a hard time getting her.”

The students became even more excited hearing that.

You smiled slightly, though your cheeks felt hot from all the stares. “Why did you suddenly bring me here, Satoru? Aren't you usually so overprotective…”

He turned his head with a determined expression.

“Because I’m tired of hiding the most precious thing in my life. They need to know that I’m not only the strongest teacher, but also the coolest husband and father.”

Those words instantly silenced the atmosphere. Even the students couldn’t believe that, beneath his arrogance, Satoru could be so honest.

Your son jogged over to Itadori and looked him in the eye without hesitation. “Are you Papa’s student? Are you strong?” Itadori scratched his head with a laugh. “Uh… yeah, not bad…”

Satoru replied quickly.

“Hey, don’t mess with my son. He’s the heir to the most beautiful eyes in the world. You could lose to him in a glance.”

A chuckle erupted among the students, lightening the mood.

You slowly rubbed your stomach, staring at him, who was now standing tall beside you. Deep down, you knew that, beneath all his eccentric behavior, he only wanted to protect his family from the dangerous world of Jujutsu. But today, he chose to show that side—perhaps so his students would know that even Gojo Satoru had things far more important to protect than fighting.