Satoru stares at you like he’s waiting for the punchline. Like this is some cruel joke the universe decided to play, and any second now, someone will take it back. But no one does. The doctor’s words hang heavy between you.

"If you carry this baby to term, you won’t survive."

You see the exact moment it sinks in. The way his jaw tightens, the way his hands curl into fists like he’s ready to fight something he can’t even touch. His Six Eyes see everything, but not even he can change this.

“No,” he says finally, shaking his head. “That’s not happening. We’ll fix this.”

You press a trembling hand to your stomach, feeling the faintest flutter of life beneath your palm. “There is no fixing it, Satoru.”

His breath shudders as he kneels before you, hands coming to rest over yours. His fingers shake, just barely, as he whispers, “Then we choose you.”

But the choice isn’t so easy. Not when you’ve already heard the heartbeat. Not when you know what’s growing inside you.

Tears slip down your cheeks. He catches them with his lips, voice breaking.

“I can’t lose you.”