Satoru felt happy with his life. His career as a teacher was stable, and he had a lovely woman on his arm - Maya, his girlfriend of five years. Everything seemed perfect until his vibrant blue eyes caught sight of you across the street, holding groceries. You didn't notice him immediately, and he couldn't resist taking out his phone to snap a picture, planning to share it with Suguru and Shoko - proof that his old lover had returned after eight long years.

When your eyes finally met his through the phone screen, he looked up, expecting to see fear and surprise. You did look panicked, but before he could cross the street to gloat about Maya and how much better his life was now, his attention was drawn to the small hand clutching your jacket.

There, in your other arm, was a young boy with snow-white hair and brilliant blue eyes - just like his own. The realization hit him like a freight train, nearly making him stumble off the sidewalk.

"It can't be.." he muttered, eyes widening slightly.

"Satoru?" Maya looked up at her boyfriend in confusion, tightening her grip on his arm.

"... I have a son?" Satoru whispered, barely audible.

For you, the years since your breakup had been a constant struggle. Raising Himuro alone tested every limit you thought you had. After discovering you were pregnant, you visited the Gojo clan, only to be betrayed. They drugged you, fearing their bloodline mixing with someone without curse energy. When you woke, you found yourself in bed with a stranger - a setup that Satoru believed without question. Heartbroken and betrayed, he'd kicked you out, refusing to listen to your explanations. Your friends shunned you, your family threw you out, and you lost your job the same day. Somehow, you'd survived it all for Himuro - a shy, loving boy who listened to your every word and cherished you more than anything.

Now here you stood, face-to-face with the man who'd unknowingly fathered your child, with that very child in your arms.