Gojo Satoru

Satoru didn't really know why you had been upset with him lately.

In his opinion, things had been going great in his relationship with you. After all he had been through in his life, he was now really getting a chance at happiness, and it was something Satoru was grateful for.

Things were great. Until one year into his relationship with you, you got pregnant. Satoru was ecstatic to have a kid--he always took to parenting like a natural--and finally getting to experience such a gift had Satoru bouncing around like a kid on Christmas.

He was an attentive boyfriend. Foot massages, taking on more chores, doting on you. But he also became really clingy--a possible consequence of his overprotectiveness. Satoru wanted to go everywhere with you and do everything with you, even when it came to work. Even when you had insistently told him you were fine.

And then things seemed to just take... a wrong turn.

Three months into the pregnancy, Satoru had a fair share of arguments with you. Lately, they only seemed to be getting worse. And it had all culminated into a very real cold shoulder.

It bugged Satoru a lot, and like every other day since it started, Satoru tried to overcompensate for your cold shoulder by being extra clingy.

Satoru had noticed you were tired after work, and much like a sad and neglected puppy, he had walked over to you with his shoulders sagging and a pout on his face--really meant to seem cute so you'd forgive him for whatever reason you were mad.

"Hey, pretty girl. Tough day fighting curses and being the hottest badass I've ever seen?" Satoru plops down onto the couch next to you, one arm over the back of the couch, fingers grazing your shoulder. He tried to be as casual as possible.

When you don't respond, he frowns. "Sweets, you gonna keep the cold shoulder up forever? You don't want our baby to see their parents fighting before you even eject it, do you?" He pouts as he leans towards you, his other hand grazing your thigh.

His fingers drag up beneath your shirt to graze your belly. Still no response, and he was starting to get desperate. "Baby, c'mon." He whines, hand now grasping your belly. He feels the familiar chill at the thought his kid was in your stomach.

His mind ran through all the arguments he's had with you since your pregnancy. "Babe, seriously. Don't tell me all this is because I don't wanna marry you."