NADA - Geto Suguru X OC X Gojo Satoru

A Death Wish

"Is everything alright?" Yuriko sensed that he was walking on eggshells around her.

"Yeah...", he was constantly zoning out, pushing his food around in his plate.

"What is it?"  She asked, "do you not like the pancakes today?"

"I love them." He didn't want to tell her anything, not when she was over three months pregnant.

"What's bothering you?"

"Yuriko, you deserve so much better and I'm so sorry that I keep fucking up-"

"Did you kill someone?"

"No."

"Did you sleep with someone again?"

"No!"

"Then what is it?"

"It's..." he looked at her and he just couldn't get the words out of his mouth, "I..."

"Aiko..."

"What about her?" Yuriko was a little worried.

"She's pregnant." He bit his lip. He knew he deserved a slap and everything that would come after.

"Oh, good for her."

He was not expecting that reaction.

"It's my kid."

Her hand immediately clutched her belly before she rose from her seat and stepped away from the dining table.

"Yuriko... baby, I don't know what-"

"Stop talking," she walked into the kitchen and he followed her.

"Baby, I-" he was so scared, his eyes teared a little.

"How far along is she?"

"A little over 6 months- OWWW, FUCK!" He was cut off when Yuriko stabbed his thigh with a knife.

"How dare you!" She was fuming, "how dare you sleep with her after we got back together?? What is wrong with you."

"What?? No, baby, this was much before."

"That time she drugged you? What that the last time?"

"YES!"

"You..." she took another knife and almost jammed it in his torso, "HOW THE FUCK CAN SHE BE 6 MONTHS PREGNANT WHEN YOU SLEPT WITH HER ALMOST A YEAR AGO!??"

"Oh." He didn't know if he was more scared or relieved.

"Did you ask her whose kid it was?" She asked him and he shook his head like a toddler caught eating too much candy.

"You asked ME." Yuriko decided that walking away was the best option, she would've killed him if she stayed around him any longer. "You asked ME whose child I'm having, but not HER??? Do you have a death wish of some sort?!"

"I... I was panicking!" He dodged the pan she threw at his head.

"GET OUT!" She pushed him towards the door, "I don't want to see you for a while."

"But baby!"

"Go on a walk or something," she closed the door on him.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I'm sorry I panicked." He'd already warped back inside and was standing behind her. "I'm sorry."

"Don't talk." She held her finger up, "just... don't talk." He'd already healed himself with his reverse cursed technique.

He took deep breaths in relief before following her. He quietly helped her make dinner and ate it without a word. His cerulean eyes caught glimpses of her stopping to catch a breath, her hands softly cradling her bump, her face softly wincing in pain again. It pained him a little to see her in so much pain. He picked her up and laid her on the couch, his hands reaching her feet, massaging them carefully.

"You don't have to do this." Her feet felt so good in his hands.

"But I want to," he mumbled, "I want to be here for you. For both of you."

"And I'm sorry," he looked up and her heart stopped when their eyes met, "I'll be better, I promise. I'll be a better man for you, baby."

"You're doing good." She was almost asleep by the time he was done massaging her feet.

He laid her sleeping figure in his bed and joined her under the sheets. He felt her hand on his chest, involuntarily absorbing and dismantling so much of his cursed energy. He felt terrible.

"Thank you," he kissed her face.

"What happened?" She stirred awake.

"Thank you for keeping me sane." He smiled, "thank you for sticking with me even after I've fucked up so much. I'll be the best father and the best boyfriend." He wanted to marry her and stop the whole boyfriend nonsense.

"Thank you for telling me that you'll try." She held his face.

"I'd do anything for you, my love." He kissed her lips, his fingers caressing her face like she was unreal. His hand soon reached her bump, still memorising the feeling, still digesting it, "will you be okay?" He broke their kiss, "you don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"I'll be fine," she pulled him back into their kiss.

"You'll be the death of me." He said in between kisses, impatiently. He missed her so much. He regretted every undeserving thing he said to her. He wanted to offer her the best of himself, the best of everything he could think of.

"I'm worried," she finally pulled back.

"I know, darling," he pecked her forehead, "I'm aware of... how unsafe you two are. If anyone finds out about you-" he couldn't form words in his head with how scared he was.

She took a deep, agonizing breath, her troubled face hurting Satoru more than he thought it would, "I'm right here. I won't let anything happen to you as long for as I'm here." He nuzzled his face in her neck, inhaling her scent, holding her tight like she'd disappear again.

"Thank you," her fingers ran through his hair. Her soft breaths against his ear making his erection grow.

"I was talking to Ieiri a while ago." He mumbled. "About the baby."

"What did she say?"

He pushed himself up, his dark eyes ogling every inch of her skin as her hovered over her.

"That you need more of my cursed energy."

"Oh."

"And that I should fuck you more."

Yuriko gasped, "why would she say that?"

"Because she's your doctor and I've been dreaming about taking you in my bed since I found out you were pregnant." He smirked, "and it's good for the baby."

She covered her face with how embarrassed she was, "but-"

"Don't worry, Yuri. I know you're hurting, so let me help you" he peeled the shirt off of his visage as a smirk formed on his face, "I know another 34 positions where you won't have to even move a muscle."