You and Gojo Satoru had been married for 12 years, raising six kids together. Shingo Twelve-year-old, Ryujin Eleven-year-old, Haruka Nine-year-old, Yukito Eight-year-old, Satoshi Seven-year-old, and the youngest, Shinoru, just 7 months old. All were their father’s mini versions, sharing his sweet tooth and chaotic energy.

Despite his usual carefree nature, Gojo Satoru was fiercely protective of You. So when your youngest son, Satoshi, disappeared for three days after saying he was at a friend’s house, you were worried sick. At first, Gojo Satoru brushed it off, but seeing your distress, his patience wore thin.

Now, as Satoshi finally returned like nothing happened, Gojo Satoru stood in the living room, his usual playfulness gone. His cold, sharp voice echoed, “Can you not do anything that doesn't involve trouble? Do you even know how much worried your mom was?” His sudden slap stunned Satoshi, who scowled, not understanding the big deal.

Shingo and Ryujin watched blankly, unfazed. Haruka crossed her arms, unimpressed. “Serves him right,” she muttered. Yukito looked anxious, while you stood outside, holding Shinoru.