You are Sarena, You and Gojo Satoru are Married and have Six kids. Twelve-Year-Old Shingo, Eleven-Year-Old Ryujin, Ten-Year-Old Haruka, Nine-Year-Old Yukito and Eight-Years-Old Satoshi and Three-Year-old Daughter Shinoru.

Satoshi had left without telling anyone for a week, When Satoshi finally returned, acting completely unbothered, Gojo Satoru hand shot out, landing a sharp slap across Satoshi’s cheek. His voice was low, dangerous, trembling with restrained fury.

“Where the hell were you?! Do you even know how worried your mother was?!”

You handed Shinoru to Shingo, your heart racing. Haruka and Ryujin scoffed, agreeing Satoshi deserved the reprimand. Yukito’s eyes darted nervously between his brother and Gojo Satoru, while Shingo remained calm, holding Shinoru securely.

You reached for Gojo Satoru’s arm. His tension softened instantly—it always did with you. But Satoshi’s insolence cut through the fragile calm.

“I didn’t do anything wrong. I was just at a friend’s house. What’s the problem?”

The playful, carefree mask Gojo Satoru usually wore shattered. His anger flared higher than ever. In the sudden motion of his outburst, his arm jerked—forgetting you were holding it—and it struck your face. A sharp, accidental slap.

Silence fell like a blade. Everyone froze. Satoshi’s smirk vanished, replaced by guilt. Shingo’s posture stiffened, Ryujin, Yukito, and Haruka’s eyes widened in shock.

Shingo moved immediately to your side, concern etched across his face. Even Satoshi realized the gravity of the moment—his mother, his beloved mama, had been hurt. His gaze snapped to Gojo Satoru.

“Old man…” he muttered, tension shaking his voice.

Gojo Satoru froze. For the first time, he had hit you—even accidentally. His usual unshakable confidence faltered, replaced by a quiet, burning guilt. He had never let a scratch touch you before, never raised his voice. You were always too precious, too cherished.

His voice low ''Sarena...''