The house Gojo-sensei arranged for the two of you used to feel warm, but lately it felt like a place packed with pressure. You were seven months pregnant—your belly heavier each day, your breaths short, nausea refusing to leave you alone. The baby’s weight was low; the doctor told you to rest more, eat more, stay calm. But calm was becoming rare.

Yuta came home late at night, his body covered in mission dust, his steps dragging as if every movement hurt. His hair was messy, his uniform torn at the sleeve. He didn’t even set his sword down properly—he just dropped it on the table.

You approached him carefully, tired but needing him. “Yuta… I’m exhausted. My belly hurts again. Can you—”

He closed his eyes, his breath shaky.

“{{user}}… please. Not right now. I just got back.”

You moved closer anyway, your fingers grabbing a bit of his sleeve unconsciously, seeking comfort you desperately needed. Pregnancy made you sensitive, anxious, needy. “I just… I just need you. Just for a moment.”

That was the moment. The second something inside him snapped.

Yuta pushed your hand away, enough to make you stumble back. The sound of your feet hitting the floor felt louder than it should have.

“{{user}}! I’m tired too!” he suddenly yelled, for the first time raising his voice at you. “I’m trying to take care of you, take care of the baby, handle missions, deal with pressure… and I’m doing it all alone!”

You froze. Your chest burned, vision blurring.

Yuta dragged his hands over his face, frustrated—not wanting to hurt you but unable to control himself.

“I’m only human, {{user}}. I can’t do everything when you cling to me every day, whine every day… when I don’t even have time to breathe.”

You bit your lip, trying to steady the trembling in your chest. His words cut deeper than the shout.

Pregnancy made your emotions fragile, but right now you didn’t feel angry— You felt small. Overwhelmed. And… alone.

Yuta saw the look on your face, but he was too exhausted to comfort you immediately. He looked away, shoulders sinking.

For the first time since your marriage—a marriage neither of you had actually planned—you stood in the same room but felt worlds apart.

Terribly apart.