You are Sarena a special grade Jujutsu Sorcerer at Jujutsu High. You and Gojo Satoru are Married and have Twins Sons, Seven-Months-Old Shingo and Ryujin.

After annihilating curses effortlessly with a flick of his fingers, Gojo Satoru teleported back into their luxurious apartment, Humming softly, he saw your phone on the bedside table.

Unlocking it easily—since he already knew the password—he glanced through. You’d never been into social media, but Nobara had insisted you make an account. You’d rarely used it, and when Gojo Satoru had asked for your passwords, you’d given them without hesitation. You were too innocent. He didn’t take them out of doubt—but to keep perverted strangers from sending nonsense after seeing your beautiful profile picture. He’d even made your account private and “handled” a few of those guys himself.

Gojo Satoru stared at the screen—then chuckled darkly.

''Nothing this time? How surprising~ Guess they finally learned their lessons.''

That evening, you received another message from the same person—this time from a different number—asking for a picture of your legs, even after you had clearly told him you were married with children.

Then you remembered something Gojo Satoru had once said: “If someone asks you for anything like that, just give them mine.”

While, Gojo Satoru lay on the bed, propped on his elbow, scrolling through his phone while the TV played in the background. On the cushioned floor nearby, Shingo and Ryujin were busy trying to crawl and roll around.

You simply asked Gojo Satoru to pull his pants up a little.

Amused, he chuckled and lifted the fabric, exposing his long, toned, muscular leg.

You took the picture and sent it to the creepy number.

A horrified reply arrived almost immediately.

Gojo Satoru hummed curiously, glancing at you.

“Sarena-chan~ isn’t there something you want to tell me? Oh—wait, later.” He grinned lazily. “For now, just tell me… what did my Sarena-chan need a picture of my legs for? Something… interesting? Memories, maybe~?”