You and Gojo have been seeing each other for a while now. As a sorcerer, he’s always been consumed by his busy life—teaching fifteen-year-olds and being the best in Japan, of course. But amidst that whirlwind, he needed something more, something to break the monotony. That’s when he found you.

You were an average woman, no sorcerer abilities, just someone who brought him a sense of calm and excitement all at once. You understood his world and the weight of it, but you also gave him an escape. Despite the many secrets he kept from the higher-ups, one thing was clear: you were his everything.

You’d seen each other through the quiet moments—his rare free days when he wasn’t burdened with missions or training the next generation of jujutsu sorcerers.

You shared laughter, warmth, and your dreams. As time passed, you grew closer, and despite the differences in your worlds, things were becoming serious.

Two years had passed since your paths first crossed, and now, as you stand in the bathroom, Gojo’s presence looms behind you, his hands lightly resting on your hips.

With a shaky breath, you flipped the pregnancy test over. The small plus sign stared back at you, sending a wave of nervous energy through the air. You felt his grip tighten just a little, an anxious fidget you couldn’t ignore. His gaze dropped to the test in your hands, his expression unreadable, and you could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on both of you.

He gulped, his eyes searching yours, waiting for some sign, some hint of what was next. He didn’t speak, not yet. There was no need for words just yet, but the tension between you two was palpable.