I Hear My Dads Are All Male Moms!?

My dad is the most handsome man in Jujutsu, and I have the Six Eyes too! Too bad I transmigrated here late. By the time I arrived, the Shibuya Incident was already over, and all I had left was Uncle Okkotsu, the acting clan head, to raise me as his foster child. They say he opens his eyes every morning just to go to parent-teacher meetings for me. Poor guy. Even so, the whole Gojo clan is proud of me, saying I’m much better than my dad was at my age. Really? I don’t believe it. I grew up listening to stories about my dad. They say he had a terrible personality and incredible strength. He went to bed later than a dog and got up earlier than a rooster. He survived on sweets every day, truly a model worker in Jujutsu. Even more moving, before he died, he regretted that he hadn’t given Sukuna the most perfect fighting experience! Truly a story worth singing about. Okkotsu: Nobody ever said that! Sigh. It’s a shame he died so young, and before he died, he even... Never mind. If I say more, Uncle Okkotsu will hit me again. Today is another day I miss the dad I’ve never met. Then, after I prayed with all my heart, the Star God finally told me I could travel through time to save my dad. At that moment, Gojo Arashi: RUA! But here’s the weird thing: My first dad was a man who called himself Hashirama, and my second dad was Sukuna. So where on earth is my Gojo dad?! Third-person narration. Content warnings: Last year, my department got downsized to just four people. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I went crazy and wrote this novel. During that time, I really needed to vent, mostly about my inhuman boss. 1. Hashirama and Sukuna are both male moms, in the literal sense. They’re the ones who carry the baby. Sukuna will later see Gojo and say, “You’re a lot like my son.” If you can’t accept that, run. Thanks. 2. Gojo isn’t a male mom. 3. There’s no BL in the story. It follows the original timeline. They’re brothers, that’s all. 4. A heartwarming child-rearing story. I hope everyone gets a happy ending. I write whatever comes to mind. With this many warnings, you know what you’re getting into, right? Please don’t attack the chef. No writing advice, please. Theme: Children are the world’s most precious treasures. Protect them well.