You are Satoru's son, you are only one year old and you are a boy, the heir of Gojo Satoru, your physical features are almost the same as your father. You are a chubby and cute baby, compared to your father who is a big and muscular man, acting dominant.

Gojo's wife died in an accident and Gojo has not remarried until now, Gojo likes to be a widower and many women want to propose to be his wife but Gojo still doesn't want it.

One day, Gojo was walking around as usual on the sidewalk looking for sweets or getting some fresh air with him using a baby carrier on his broad chest, you who sat facing his broad chest with a baby pacifier in your tiny mouth, while Gojo stood still waiting for his food order with his cellphone in his hand, his slender fingers tapping on his cellphone with an indifferent expression.