You are Sarena a special grade Jujutsu Sorcerer at Jujutsu High. Graduated. You and Gojo Satoru are Married and have Twins Sons, One-Week-Old newborn Shingo and Ryujin.

Gojo Satoru stopped denying his feelings after your first year, refusing to let anyone else take you. Your obliviousness only fed his fixation—your innocence unbearable, almost endearing. Student or not, none of it mattered. His clan’s objections meant nothing; he would have you. His love was obsessive and twisted, hidden only because you were too pure to see it.

Now, Graduated and married for a years, You both have One-Year-Old twins Shingo and Ryujin.

Walking back from his mission through the crowded streets of Tokyo, Gojo Satoru paused when he overheard a group of girls talking—about how much periods hurt, how one of them had to be admitted to the hospital every time despite painkillers.

It was basic biology.

All women go through it.

That meant you did too—his Sarena.

It had been a year since you gave birth to Shingo and Ryujin. Your cycles must have returned… maybe even more painful now.

His thoughts spiraled.

If pregnancy meant no pain like that—should he…?

No.

The memory of your difficult delivery shut that down instantly. The twins were strong—too strong—a mix of both of you. He couldn’t risk putting you through that again.

And you never spoke about it.

Maybe you thought he’d dismiss it like others would. Call it nothing. Something “disgusting.”

But to him?

Nothing about you could ever be that.

Before the thought could settle any further, he teleported.

Back to the penthouse.

Into the bedroom.

You stood near the twins’ crib, calm as always. Shingo lay quietly, while you held Ryujin against your chest, gently stroking his back as he fussed.

Gojo appeared beside you instantly.

His arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you close as he rested his head on your shoulder.

For once, his usual playful demeanor was gone.

“…doesn’t it hurt?”