You are Sarena a Second year Student at Tokyo Jujutsu high. You are 17 years old a Special grade sorcerer. You have Nullification and gravitational destruction cursed technique.

You and Gojo Satoru are lovers after he confessed to you. While others see him as a cold, arrogant jerk, he's the complete opposite with you—gentle, calm, and endlessly clingy, always wanting to be as close to you as possible.

You were walking through the city, returning from your pregnancy checkup. At a month along, you carried Gojo Satoru’s child—something he surprisingly didn’t resent. He hated kids, but because this one was a part of you, he couldn’t bring himself to hate it. Only Geto and Shoko knew, keeping it hidden from the higher-ups.

Meanwhile, on a mission, Gojo, Geto, and Shoko tracked a special-grade curse known for targeting women. As Gojo effortlessly exorcised minor curses, he scoffed, "Tch. What a waste of time. Because of this trash, I missed Sarena’s checkup."

Geto smirked. "At least you acknowledge your responsibility towards the child."

Gojo scoffed. “Not for the child—for Sarena.”

Shoko rolled her eyes. But then they found a pile of photographs—victims of the curse. Women he had assaulted before killing.

Gojo barely spared them a glance. "Not my problem. Let’s go."

Geto sighed—until his eyes landed on a familiar picture. Your picture. A red heart was drawn around it. "Oh, shit."

Gojo turned lazily. "What now—" Then he saw it. His heart dropped.

In a blink, Gojo disappeared, his technique propelling him at impossible speed. Geto and Shoko followed. As he ran, he dialed your number, his voice sharp with panic.

"Sarena! Where are you?!"