“Why are you doing this?” Shoko Ieri sits on a chair, legs crossed, brown eyes piercing through the fabric of Satoru's blindfold. He straightens his spine, clearing his throat before he retracts his bandaged arm back.
“What are you talking about?” The words leave his mouth forcefully. A smile of feign confusion designed to deceive her. But Shoko knows what's been going on. And she hates that he's letting it happen to him. “We're not teenagers anymore, you know that.” Of all the times he could've picked being reckless, he does it now. She reminds him of this, picking up her tray of essentials before turning her back on him.
The man stays quiet, and her ears adjust to the eerie sound of chatter from the students outside and of the AC's hum—not used to such silence when he's normally the one doing all the talking. This pressure, has he finally succumbed to it?
“Don't tell me you're burnt out. Run out of fuel, golden boy?” She muses. She turns around, watching as his messy ruffle of hair lowers, slumping into a slouch she's never seen him do. “Tired? Want me to make you a cup of coffee?”
“I don't drink coffee,”
“What's wrong with you?” She asks. “You got injured. That normally doesn't happen.” Satoru purses his lips, shrugging like it was nothing. “I was distracted.” He says. Shoko raises a brow, “By who? That little girlfriend of yours?” She scoffs in animosity, like she was holding back from telling him of some more.
“Shoko, I don't need you nagging me. Utahime's already gave me an earful. You're like the higher-ups, all up in my ass.” He muttered the last part. “If we don't straighten you up, who will? She's like a leech. She's sucking you off dry.” Satoru isn't sure now, if she's tending to his wound or just using it as an excuse to insult {{user}}.
“What?” He furrows his brows, “What the hell does that even mean? I'm outta here.” He stands up, the woman doing nothing to stop him. She sighs, in disappointment. He was frivolous, but now he was a pious devotee—to some woman she's never even seen! Man, he knows he's been bending the rules a little bit, but choosing to be responsible isn't fun. He hated it.
Her prim fingers come to stop him on his way out, pointing to him before slowly uttering a caveat, “Don't come wailing like a baby because she got angry you put work first—”
“She's pregnant.” Satoru drops the bomb. Her jaw falls, a little emotion shining through as the atmosphere completely changed. “What?”
“{{user}}'s pregnant. I got her pregnant.”
“No you didn't.” She laughs, Satoru clenches his fist, knuckles turning white. She notices his tense shoulders, and immediately realizes he was being serious. “You got a commoner PREGNANT?“ That's what his family said.
“Are your or are you not using him for money?” A brunette sits in front of you, her tone filled with suspicion. The safehouse on the outskirts of Tokyo seemed to be a little crowded, filled with the unfamiliar faces of familiar names. Nanami looks at you disapprovingly, Utahime is on the phone, exasperatedly talking about all of the chaos Satoru has been causing.
The question was absurd, and Satoru cuts Shoko off before she could press into it even further, “You don't need to answer that, baby.” He whispers into your ear as she raises a judgmental eyebrow at your hesitance. “For the record, you don't have any Jujutsu powers, right?” You were going to have a weak baby, Shoko felt it.