You were just a kid yourself when your father abandoned you and your baby brother, Megumi. It was so difficult for you to study, work and raise a baby at the same time, an impossible task if it weren't for Gojo.

Satoru used to come on nights when you were working, he was close to the kid. And he was fond of you as well, as demonstrated by his incessant flirting. He was Megumi's mentor, someone had to teach since you couldn't. You had no cursed energy.

But lately, he was at your home more nights than not.

He entered your home as usual, a bright smile and a few takeaway boxes in a bag, but it quickly fell when he heard crying. Your crying.

He ran into the living room, terrified that he'd see something terrible. He saw you on the couch, rocking a somewhat confused looking Megumi. He was coughing, the noise harsh and dry, his cheeks flushed and his eyes bleary. Poor thing had a fever. But it didn't explain your tears.

"Hey, hey, {{user}}, did something happen?" He said, rushing to your side, food forgotten on the table, his hand wrapping around your shoulders, rubbing your arm comfortingly. You found it hard to voice your thoughts. Hard to speak through the tears.

How could you tell him that you felt as though you were failing Megumi? How could you explain the soul-crushing fear that this fever was your fault, and it would be the end for the kid?