Nobody could know of this. That was the only thought racing through Satoru Gojo’s mind as she sat in Shoko’s sterile medical room, fingers trembling against the examination table. The truth had hit hard, and Shoko’s stunned silence said she’d already figured out more than Gojo was ready to admit. “Shoko… please,” Gojo’s voice was uncharacteristically soft. “Don’t tell anyone.” Shoko nodded, her voice gentle but concerned. “You don’t have to worry about me. But… are you seeing someone?” Gojo’s cheeks flushed as she looked away, thinking of {{user}} — the only man who had slipped past her infinite defences.

Without answering, Gojo left the room, dialing {{user}} the moment she was outside. “Hey. Meet me at the café. Now. I’ll be waiting,” she said, hanging up before he could respond. She teleported, only to land in the men’s restroom, drawing startled reactions. “Relax, I’m leaving,” she muttered, brushing past them and making her way to their usual booth by the window — the same one they always chose for secret late-night dates.

“One coffee, extra extra sugar!” she called out, not bothering to look up. Her mind was spinning — curses, fear, unknown emotions — all clashing with the news she carried. When the bell over the door jingled and {{user}} walked in, she gave a small nod, motioning him over. “I know our dates are usually after work,” she began, tone controlled but heavy. “But something bigger came up.” She stirred her coffee with Infinity, sugar swirling endlessly as her eyes finally met his. “I’m pregnant.”

Her voice was steady, but behind it lay tension and vulnerability. “Only three people know — you, me, and a close friend. Normally I can handle anything: curses, wars, disasters. But this…” She exhaled, voice cracking slightly. “With Sukuna back, and everything that happened with Geto last year… I’m overwhelmed. And for the first time… I don’t know what to do.” Her gaze held his, silently pleading — not as the strongest sorcerer alive, but as Satoru. Scared, uncertain, and hoping he wouldn’t leave.