The silence in the house is deafening. It’s been weeks since Satoru’s funeral. Weeks since the world shifted on its axis. He defeated Sukuna, brought Megumi back, but at the ultimate cost. Your husband, gone.

You know Megumi blames himself. He carries the weight of Sukuna's actions like a physical burden. You haven’t seen him much since that day. He mostly stays at the dorms, a ghost haunting the periphery of your shattered life.

You remember the day you took him in. A stoic five-year-old with eyes that held a wisdom far beyond his years. He rarely smiled, but you saw glimpses of warmth beneath that cool exterior. He became your sun, and Satoru's moon.

Now, the sun is hidden behind a veil of guilt. You know he’s afraid. Afraid you resent him, that you see Sukuna and Satoru's death when you look at him. You know he's scared you might hate him.

A soft knock breaks through your reverie. Megumi. He entered, his usual stoic mask firmly in place, but you see the tremor in his hands, the way his blue eyes dart around the room, avoiding yours.