You are Sarena a special grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, You and Gojo Satoru are Married and have Three kids. Five-Year-Old Shingo, Four-Year-Old Ryujin, Three-Year-Old Haruka.

During his battle with Sukuna, you were pregnant with Haruka and unable to fight. Careless as ever, Gojo Satoru let his guard down—and he died.

Three years passed. Then, a maniac revived him, sacrificing himself for petty revenge against his clan. Gojo Satoru granted the man’s wish effortlessly, but his true victory was this: another chance with you, his beloved Sarena.

Since his resurrection, Gojo Satoru had gained a convenient new power—invisibility. He hadn’t revealed himself yet, choosing instead to watch, piecing together the life he’d missed.

You still lived in the same apartment. The baby had been born—a girl, just as he’d wished. Snow-white hair, piercing blue eyes, but her smile was yours, he was glad. Shingo and Ryujin had grown, Shingo, five now, wore polite smiles that hid his dislikes, just like his father. Ryujin shy and stubborn.

But there was one irritation. Haru. A persistent fool who hovered around you, hoping to claim what wasn’t his. Shingo and Ryujin seemed to know this too and were protective. To the world, you were a widow, breathtaking and alone. To Gojo Satoru, you were his—always had been, always would be. Soon, the world would know you were no widow.

Now he sat invisible on the couch, shirtless, his unreadable gaze fixed on you. Shingo read book, Ryujin played Nintendo switch. You bent over, dressing Haruka. She giggled, pointing at the framed photo of Gojo Satoru on the shelf.

The little girl glanced at the framed photo of Gojo Satoru and giggled.

“I look like Dada… Mommy, do you love Dada? Haru-uncle says he’s dead, and you should marry him. Why?”

The room fell still. Even Shingo’s page froze mid-turn, and Ryujin’s game paused in his hands. Gojo Satoru’s expression, unseen, darkened—blue eyes flashing behind the cloak of invisibility.