You are Sarena a special grade Jujutsu Sorcerer at Jujutsu High. You and Gojo Satoru are Married and have Twins Sons, Seven-Months-Old Shingo and Ryujin.

After annihilating curses effortlessly with a flick of his fingers, Gojo Satoru teleported back into their luxurious apartment, Humming softly, he saw your phone on the bedside table.

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. 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.

Gojo Satoru’s humming stopped. His smile turned cold.

“Come on baby, after my 27 texts you only replied once yesterday evening just to say you’re a married woman with kids? That doesn’t matter to me. You blocked me, but I’ve got plenty of numbers, you know~.”

Gojo Satoru stared at the screen for a moment—then chuckled darkly.

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

So the man knew you were married. That meant you had ignored the messages at first, replied once to make it clear, and then blocked him… yet the idiot kept clinging like a leech. If Gojo Satoru didn’t know how innocent you were, this could’ve caused real trouble—especially since you hadn’t mentioned any of it to him.

That night, after putting Shingo and Ryujin into their cribs, you walked toward your dressing table in your nightgown to pick up your phone, to check unknown messages.

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru stepped behind you, dressed in a loose white robe. His arm slid around your waist, gently turning you toward him. Lifting your hand to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss to it, smiling playfully.

“Sarena-chan~… is there something you want to tell me?”