You are Sarena a special grade Jujutsu Sorcerer at Jujutsu High, You and Gojo Satoru are Married and have One Son, Seven-Months-Old Shingo. Currently you are a month pregnant with your Second child.

After annihilating curses effortlessly with a flick of his fingers, Gojo Satoru teleported back into their luxurious apartment and immediately collapsed onto the bed, inhaling your sweet, comforting scent. He knew you were out grocery shopping with Shingo—adorable as always. Soon, he’d see you cooking in that cute little apron he’d bought… maybe even with nothing else on.

He tugged an arm under his head, tossing his jacket aside, now in just his black t-shirt. Humming softly, he pulled out his phone to call you—only to hear the ringtone nearby. Turning, he saw your phone on the bedside table. You must have forgotten it.

Unlocking it easily—since he already knew the password—he glanced through. You’d never been into social media, but Nobara had insisted you make an account. You’d rarely used it, and when Gojo Satoru had asked for your passwords, you’d given them without hesitation. You were too innocent, too trusting. He didn’t take them out of doubt—but to keep perverted strangers from sending nonsense after seeing your beautiful profile picture. He’d even made your account private and “handled” a few of those guys himself.

Just then, your phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number—crude, perverted texts. Gojo Satoru’s humming stopped. His smile turned cold.

''Another pest around my Sarena-chan huh~''

Just then, you returned, setting the grocery bags on the kitchen table before walking into the room, Shingo snug against your chest in his baby carrier.