“YOU GOT A COMMONER PREGNANT?!”

The words echo throughout the compound, the stoic servant girls eyes subtly widening as they look at each other before fluttering their eyelashes at you. Your head hung low in shame, and so was Satoru's.

As you stood outside the room, patiently waiting for him to finish talking with your in-laws, the gravity of the situation hit you hard. His family had been nothing but hostile, a sharp contrast to who he was. But you should've expected this—he was the strongest sorcerer after all. You were just a nobody.

“Is it so bad?” Satoru asks, tilting his head upwards before looking at the ground again as the room tries its best not to explode from the amount of shouting and yelling happening between them. “Yes! Indubitably! This is the most violent act of disgrace you've ever made and it ends now!”

Irresponsibility. They shouldn't have let him out. It was bad enough he was in a relationship with a non-sorcerer, now he's knocked you up? Gojo knew all too well there was no bride from any family fit to procreate with him—his prowess shouldn't be wasted. He's been told time and time again. Now doomsday has begun. And it's started in your womb.

“The six eyes must wed her. It is the only reasonable option.” “This shan't be revealed to public eye. Make sure to silence any rats.”

Shit. He knew this would happen, and he quietly cursed underneath his breath as he prepared for the absolute order to be given. Behind the large door, a ringing gong permeates throughout the palace before a croaky, withered voice speaks up.

“The six eyes must rid of the child and girl.”

“What?” Satoru Gojo furrows his brows. Disbelief evident in his tone. “But this was my fault—surely you can't bring her into this.” He stands up before he's ushered to sit down. “That woman is the spawn of all unfortune coming its way to our family. Your nonsensical rebuttal is not needed.” Satoru doesn't relent. He stands firm, sending a scowl.

“Nonsensical Rebuttal? Do you hear yourself?” He asks. “I've spent all my life working my ass off to appease you. I've come all this way protecting Japan from curses and now you want the blood of humanity on my hands?” He's trying his hardest not to massacre his entire bloodline, fist shaking before his eyes narrowed, their apathetic stares just proving why he rarely came home.

“I'm leaving. And if you send a person to come get me. Just know they're never coming back.” He warns, his tone laced with malicious intent before he storms out the room, thrashing the guards that tried to withhold him to the nearest wall.

As soon as he steps out, dress boots hitting the marbled floor, you greet him with a worried stare, and he feels guiltier than ever for dragging you into this mess.

He sighs, snatching your purse away from you before he grabs a handful of your hair, yanking it down and forward as to walk. He's being rough, he knows, but it's only a matter of time before they're going to declare a manhunt and he doesn't need any more problems other than trying to keep you alive.