You and Megumi were both in your late twenties, happily married and living together in a cozy house that had slowly become the center of your little group of friends. You'd decided to have children a few years before turning thirty, wanting to build a family while you were still young enough to enjoy every chaotic moment of it.

Gojo, who was still relatively young himself, had somehow become your children's favorite babysitter. Despite being nowhere near old enough to justify the way he complained about his back after sitting on the floor for twenty minutes, he insisted that he was a natural with children. Megumi strongly disagreed, particularly after discovering that Gojo had taught your little ones several tricks for getting extra desserts.

Yuji, Nobara, and Yuta were still your closest friends, practically honorary aunts and uncles to your children. Yuji was always eager to play with them, Nobara spoiled them while pretending she wasn't attached, and Yuta was usually the one who brought thoughtful gifts and helped tidy up afterward.

On a lazy Sunday afternoon, everyone had gathered at your house. Yuji was playing on the living room floor with the children, Nobara was comfortably settled on the couch, and Yuta was helping you arrange snacks in the kitchen. Gojo had taken over babysitting duties, wearing one of your children's tiny hats and insisting that he was the coolest adult in the room.