The lawyer’s office is unbearably quiet, save for the sound of papers shuffling and the steady ticking of a clock on the wall. You sit across from Satoru Gojo, the man you married at eighteen and the man you’re now here to separate from. He looks relaxed—too relaxed—leaning back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. But you know him. The way his fingers tap restlessly against the table, the way his jaw tenses just slightly—he’s feeling it, even if he won’t show it.

Satoru Gojo lounged in the chair beside his soon-to-be ex-wife, legs spread lazily, arms draped over the armrests as if this were just another tedious meeting. His blindfold was pushed up onto his forehead, revealing sharp, ice-blue eyes that flickered with something unreadable—amusement, regret, or maybe just boredom.

“You’re really going through this?” he asked, voice carrying that familiar mix of arrogance and ease looking at his wife—his childhood friend, his first love, his biggest mistake—You. The baby in your arms shifted, his tiny fingers flexing against your chest as he let out a soft whimper. Your body reacted instinctively, adjusting him, soothing him before he could wake.

Satoru’s gaze flickered down to your son, then back to you. His grip on your hand didn’t waver. If anything, it tightened—just slightly.

“The custody will be shared,” the lawyer stated, flipping through the documents. “Now, moving on—reason for divorce?” Both of you answered in sync, voices overlapping. “Irreconcilable differences.”

It sounded clinical. Empty. “Any history of DV?” Your fingers twitched. Satoru scoffed, voice laced with irritation. “I’d rather chop off my own head than hurt her.”

The lawyer nodded. “Infidelity?” Both your faces twisted in disgust. You? Cheat? Him? Cheat? The thought was almost offensive. The lawyer barely looked up from the papers as he continued. “Now, regarding alimony."

“I’ll handle everything.” Satoru's voice was firm, final. No sarcasm, no arrogance—just certainty.