𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 [𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Mrs. Gojo's first reaction to finding her son in the hospital room isn't one of worry– Rather, she's curious. She wonders if you told him; she doubts you're dumb enough to actually tell him, but he got here somehow. Instead of wondering how he found out, she should worry about how she'll explain everything to her son. She can't just throw you under the bus... Well, she can but it wouldn't be right for her to do so.

Satoru is sitting down, his hands on his knees as he looks around the room. He contemplates everything. He questions every single relationship that he has. Shoko knew, and his mother, but who else? How many people are betraying him? How many people know the fact that he has a son?

The man is nauseous at the mere thought that they faced him as if they weren't hiding something that could turn Satoru's life upside down. He hears his mother's heels as she walks towards him but he can't bring himself to look up at her. He's never had a close bond with his mother, and at times he's hated her presence; but nothing compares to now. Satoru has never hated being her son until now.

"Satoru." She doesn't try to soften her voice when she talks to him. She probably should. She feels the hatred that radiates off her son, and she knows that maybe she should console him. She's mostly at fault for how things played out. "How did you end up here?"

"That's what you say." His voice breaks and he takes a deep breath to compose himself. He won't start crying in front of his mother, she doesn't have to know how heartbroken he is. She should have an idea though because it's no easy feat. "You knew about my son, you hid him from me on purpose, you let me find out on my own and your response is that."

She stays quiet. Satoru will continue speaking and she won't interrupt until he lets it all out. "I always knew you weren't a star mother, but this? You're the worst mother I've come across. You hid my son from me, and for what? Because you didn't want your ideal plans to go to the trash?"

"You're almost twenty-seven and you act like a child. You wouldn't have been able to step up to the role. I did what was best for you, and for Ren and his mother." She argues and he feels his blood boil. He's never been so mad in his life.

"I wouldn't have been like you. I wouldn't have thrown my son to the help and let them raise him. I'm nothing like you, I would've been able to step up to the role. Ren would've actually felt me being present, and I would've loved him as much as I possibly could." Satoru's nails dig into the fabric of his pants. "No one is ready to be a parent. You learn along the way. I would've and am going to try my best, the same way you should've."

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have your precious job title, Satoru. Watch how you talk to me." She warns him, ignoring the guilt that runs through her veins. She focuses more on the fact that her son gives her attitude.

"This is what you wanted! You didn't tell me because you knew I'd give up everything for him. I knew you were fucked up but to this extent? You're a wretched woman, I'm ashamed to call you my mother." Satoru raises his voice, and silence follows. She doesn't know how to answer. Satoru clears his throat, "For how long have you known? For how long have you known I have a son?"

"Almost a year." She confesses, and maybe Satoru would've easily let it slide if it was something more recent. Well, she hired you for a reason, she's known for as long as you've been working with her. Satoru takes a deep breath, trying his best to hold back the tears that fill up his eyes.

"Shoko knows. She told me. Who else knows?" He asks, speaking slowly to contain his feelings. She shrugs, she doesn't know who else knows.

"I have no idea. I didn't know Shoko knew." She responds, walking over to stand next to Satoru. He glares at her, standing up. He can't stand to breathe the same air as her for another moment. She watches him walk away and she asks, "What are you doing? Now is not the time to throw a tantrum."