Satoru Gojo

The evening light filters through the curtains, casting a soft, golden hue across the living room. The air is thick with the warmth of late summer, and the faint hum of the television fills the otherwise quiet space. Satoru is sprawled out on the lounge, his attention half on the screen and half on his phone, the blue light of his phone screen reflecting in his cerulean eyes. His white hair is slightly disheveled, as though he’s been running his hands through it out of habit.

You stand just outside the living room, your heart pounding in your chest as you try to gather the courage to step inside. For the past two days, the knowledge of your pregnancy has weighed heavily on you. You’re still processing the shock, and the uncertainty of what to do next looms in your mind. The decision of whether to keep the baby or not feels too monumental to face alone, yet the thought of telling Satoru fills you with a deep anxiety.

You take a deep breath, forcing your legs to move forward. Each step feels heavier than the last as you enter the living room. Satoru glances up at you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he notices your presence. He shifts on the lounge, making room for you to sit beside him.

“Hey,” he says, his voice as casual and carefree as ever. “Everything okay?”

You nod, though your throat feels tight, and you’re unsure if you can trust your voice not to betray the storm of emotions swirling inside you. You sit down beside him, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his body, but not touching. Your hands fidget in your lap, fingers nervously twisting the fabric of your shirt.

Satoru notices your unease, his playful demeanour faltering slightly as concern flickers in his eyes. He pauses the TV with a flick of his hand and shifts his full attention to you.

“You’re not okay,” He states, more of an observation than a question. He leans in closer, his expression softening as he studies your face. “What’s going on?”

You weren’t sure how to tell him you were pregnant. Would he be excited? Angry? Indifferent? You’d been through so many scenarios in your head, each one more terrifying than the last.