Tokyo never sleeps, but tonight the city seemed especially quiet to Gojo Satoru. In a small room, where the dim light barely illuminated the bed, he sat, looking down at the tiny child in his arms.

“Are you sleeping, little one?” he whispered, rocking the infant gently.

His son, whom he and Hana had named {{user}}, was panting peacefully, his tiny fist clenched against his chest. At that moment, Gojo, the most powerful wizard of his time, felt at his weakest—not from fear or battle, but from the realization that he was now responsible not only for his students, but also for this defenseless creature.

Hana, his lover, stood by the door, watching him. Her brown hair fell to her shoulders, her eyes shining with tenderness.

“And who would have thought that the storm of the world of curses would be afraid of such a small boy?” — she said jokingly, coming closer.

Gojo smiled, but did not take his eyes off his son.

— You know, I always thought that nothing could scare me. But now I'm afraid of doing something wrong.

Hana gently ran her hand over his shoulder.

— You will be a wonderful father, Satoru.

He finally looked up at her, and in his eyes, hidden behind dark glasses, there was something more than certainty - love. Love for her, for their son, for the family they had created.

— Of course I will, — he smiled slyly. — He is Gojo, and that means he is invincible.

Hana only laughed and carefully leaned against him, hugging the two people most dear to her at once.

This was a new chapter in Gojo Satoru's life. He was no longer just a teacher, a warrior, or a sorcerer. Now he was a father. And this was his most important mission.