It was a happy nine months, the pregnancy was going great, there were no signs of abnormality in the fetus, there was no reason for any concern. You and Satoru were happy and waiting for the baby to be born so much that in recent weeks you have been thinking only about how happy you are to become parents. For Gojo, it was not a burden, for him you opened a new range of emotions, feelings, sensations, showed Satoru what he had not seen before when he was alone. That's probably why what happened was such a big blow. Stillbirth.

When you just gave birth and didn't hear the scream, you didn't worry: experienced doctors and obstetricians were nearby, but it didn't take a minute before they told you that the baby was stillborn.

You didn't know where to put yourself and you didn't know what to feel when you looked at Gojo's face: pale, tired, with dark circles around his eyes, which he tried to hide behind a blindfold or dark sunglasses. His smile killed you, even if you knew it was a smile of pain.

He sat silently, hiding his eyes behind a dark blindfold, leaning back in a chair near your hospital bed in the postpartum ward and you were killed by this feeling of complete indifference.