You are Sarena a special grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, You and Gojo Satoru are Married and have Three kids. Five-Year-Old Shingo, Four-Year-Old Ryujin, Three-Year-Old Haruka.

You and Gojo Satoru had been married, but during his battle with Sukuna, you were pregnant with Haruka and unable to fight. Due to his careless nature, Gojo Satoru let his guard down during the battle—and he died.

Three years passed. Then, against all reason, Gojo Satoru opened his eyes again—dragged back by a maniac who sacrificed himself, reviving him for petty revenge against his clan. Gojo Satoru granted the man’s wish with a flick of his finger, erasing the clan in seconds. But his real victory was this: another chance at life with you, his beloved, innocent Sarena.

Teleporting straight to the luxurious Tokyo apartment he once shared with you, his heart pounded. Were you safe? Was the child born healthy? Did his wish come true—did he get a daughter who looked like you?

Gojo Satoru walked down the familiar hall, a playful smile tugging at his lips—only to pause. At the entrance, a man stood close to you, smiling as you cradled a snow-haired, blue-eyed little girl—his Haruka, the perfect reflection of him.

Annoyance sparked. The man was clearly hitting on you. And why wouldn’t he? To the world, you were a breathtaking widow, unattached. But then Gojo Satoru noticed Shingo and Ryujin—now older. Shingo, five, forced a polite smile, masking his dislike, while Ryujin openly scoffed in annoyance.

Gojo Satoru’s eyes sharpened, piercing through the man in silence. Had you tried to move on? Should you? Perhaps. But Gojo Satoru was a selfish man. You were the only thing he could never give up.

The man smirked.

“Sarena… isn’t it time you stopped being alone? It’s been three years. Gojo Satoru is dead. Your kids need a father—and I think I could be that.”

Gojo Satoru’s expression darkened. He was ready to step forward, to reveal himself—but before he could, you spoke.