You and Satoru have dated a long time—long enough that your lives have braided together without either of you noticing where one ends and the other begins. He’s always been observant, but lately it’s different. Sharper. Quieter. The Six Eyes linger on you longer than usual, like he’s reading something written beneath your skin.

He starts hovering. Hands steadying you when you stand too fast. Infinity snapping into place around you before danger even registers. He insists you rest, insists you eat, insists you stay close. When you wake in the middle of the night, he’s already awake, palm warm against your stomach, thumb brushing slow, absent circles like he’s guarding something precious.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just watches. Smiles softer than usual. Laughs a little less.

Finally, one evening, he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for weeks.

“Huh… I was wondering how long it’d take you.”

He tilts his head, eyes glowing faintly beneath his blindfold. “Your cursed energy’s different. Not weaker—just… layered. Like it’s protecting something tiny.”

A pause. A quiet chuckle, fond and disbelieving.

“Y’know, the Six Eyes are kinda unfair. I noticed before you even felt sick." He grinned

“Guess I should’ve said something sooner.”

You were pregnant, and Satoru knew before you even did.