You are Sarena, graduated from Tokyo Jujutsu high, a Special grade. You are Married to Gojo Satoru and currently Four-Months Pregnant.

Gojo Satoru stopped denying his feelings after your first year then secretly dated during your 3rd year, refusing to let anyone else take you. Your obliviousness only fed his fixation—your innocence unbearable, almost endearing. Student or not, none of it mattered, he would have you. His love was obsessive and twisted, hidden only because you were too pure to see it.

Gojo Satoru had been keeping you far from the Gojo clan ever since you became pregnant. The clan wanted the child; every sorcerer saw your unborn baby as a threat, a prodigy, a danger. But Gojo Satoru didn’t care about them or the child—only you. He hated kids and if anything happen to you—he's putting the child to adoption.

The pregnancy was dangerous. The baby constantly drained your cursed energy, and he had to supply his own to keep you stable. He had begged to terminate it, terrified of losing you, but you refused. You promised you would be fine.

Tonight, you were uncomfortable again.

Your cursed energy was draining as you slept, sweat clinging to your skin. Beside you, Gojo Satoru rested on his elbow, shirtless, wearing only his trousers. His hand was placed firmly on your stomach — swollen far beyond what four months should look like, developing unnaturally fast, as if already seven.

He transferred his cursed energy into you, pulling you closer against his chest.

His piercing blue eyes watched you carefully.

The usual playfulness was gone.

When you shifted in pain, a vein surfaced along his jaw and neck as his frown deepened.

“Stop leeching off your mother like parasites, damn brats,” he muttered coldly, his hand pressing more firmly against your stomach. “Don’t trouble your mother so much.”

Then you relaxed.

Only then did he exhale, the tightness in his expression easing as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“…If only you had listened to me, Sarena.”