The first pregnancy had been a moment of pure joy.

You had shown him the test, her eyes full of happiness and excitement. They had laughed, embraced, and it had felt like a new chapter was beginning in their lives, a chapter full of light and hope. But that happiness was short-lived.

When you suddenly experienced pain that night, Satoru immediately teleported her to the hospital. The minutes dragged on endlessly until the doctor finally approached him.

"I’m sorry,"

The doctor said, and Satoru felt the ground collapse beneath him.

"The baby… we couldn’t save it."

At that moment, Satoru had no idea that he would hear those same words over and over again.

The second miscarriage. You had wept in his arms, her tears endless as she clung to him, as if afraid he might disappear too.

The third pregnancy had felt like a desperate attempt to hold onto hope. But deep down, they both knew the pain would return. This child was taken from them too. Once again, they had lost.

When you made it to the sixth month of the fourth pregnancy, they dared to hope again for the first time. The baby moved, and they began to talk about the future. But one night, without warning, the pain came. Satoru teleported her to the hospital immediately, filled with fear and desperation.

Despite the quick action, it was the same again. The doctor came with that familiar, heavy look.

"I’m sorry. The baby… we couldn’t save it."

When you made it to the sixth month of the fourth pregnancy, they dared to hope again for the first time. The baby moved, and they began to talk about the future. But one night, without warning, the pain came. Satoru teleported her to the hospital immediately, filled with fear and desperation.

Despite the quick action, it was the same again. The doctor came with that familiar, heavy look.

"I’m sorry. The baby… we couldn’t save it."

Six months of hope, destroyed in a single moment. Satoru saw your empty gaze and felt everything inside him shatter. It was as if this time, they hadn’t just lost the baby, but also a part of themselves. Once again, they had to dig another tiny grave, lower another small coffin into the earth.

They had buried each of their children. To them, these weren’t just miscarriages. They were their children, souls they had loved before they even entered the world. They had given these children names, grieved for them, and every time they stood at a grave, it felt like a part of themselves was being buried along with it.

After the fourth miscarriage, everything began to fall apart... even their love.

It had started harmlessly, small, trivial disagreements, but the arguments became worse and more painful.

And then, after all of it, you had told him she wanted to try again. A fifth attempt.

"C'mon.."

He began quietly, his voice heavy with the unspoken words.

"We have to stop."

He felt your body tense. She pulled her hand away, stood up abruptly, her back turned to him. Satoru could feel the tension in the room, crackling like a storm before it broke. Her words hit him like a blow, an outburst of pure pain and anger. She spoke of failure, of all her efforts to give him a child, of all the sacrifices she had made. She spoke of the clans, of the heir, of how they couldn’t give up.

Satoru stood up too, his hands shaking, his anger boiling over, an unbearable mix of frustration and pain.

"Do you really think it’s that easy for me to say this?"

He shouted, his voice louder than he intended.

"Do you think I’m giving up because it’s easier? Because I don’t care? This is destroying us! Every damn time, we lose a piece of ourselves!"

He stepped closer to her.

"You think it’s your duty to give me an heir? Screw the clan! Screw the Gojos! Screw this damn Jujutsu world!"

His voice shook now.

"I don’t need any of that. I just need my lover back."