Satoru stood in front of the mirror, watching his reflection as he got dressed after taking a warm shower. It was December 23rd that day, and the next day, on the 24th, he would fight against Sukuna.

Sure, he thought of himself as the strongest, and so did everyone else. But there was this nagging thought on the back of his head: ”What if I don’t make it out alive? What if I don’t survive?”

So, just to be sure, he wanted to leave his legacy alive, a child with his bloodline, growing inside {{user}}, the person he trusted the most. It would be a secret between them, at least until things got better.

After putting on his shirt, he went out, finding her making the bed.

“Are you tired already…?”