You and Gojo Satoru were happily married with Five children—Three-year Shingo, Four-year-old Ryujin, Two-year-old Haruka, and One-year-old Yukito. You were used to Gojo’s constant clinginess. Like their father, all your kids had a sweet tooth and constantly fought for your attention.

With Shoko’s help, you delivered your fifth child—Satoshi—a perfect replica of his father, Gojo Satoru. Snow-white hair, piercing blue eyes, and even as a newborn, a deep frown—until you held him. His tiny features softened in your arms.

Your other four children gathered around. Shingo calmly read while holding Yukito, Ryujin scoffed, and Haruka clung to you, worried. When you introduced their new brother, Haruka beamed, Ryujin poked Satoshi’s cheek—earning another frown—while Shingo remained unfazed.

Then, the door burst open.

Gojo Satoru, fresh from a mission, made a dramatic entrance, immediately pulling you into a desperate hug as he tore off his blindfold. "Sarena-chan~! Those idiots told me late! Are you okay? Any pain? Discomfort?"

Shoko sighed as he clung to you, wailing. "It must’ve been so hard alone! I should’ve been here! I’ll make them pay for this!"

His children barely reacted. Shingo ignored him. Ryujin scoffed. Haruka reached for him, and he lifted her while Yukito stayed nestled with Shingo.

You reassured him that you were fine and told him to see his newborn as then you held up Satoshi.

Gojo did. Both father and son frowned at each other.

He groaned. "Why doesn’t he look like my Sarena-chan?!" His eye twitched. "Ugh, he’s ugly." He knew that face—he's going to be just like him and he hated that.