Gojo Saturo

I sat down on her sofa two months since Suguru's death, glancing at the pile of tear-soaked tissues on the coffee table. She'd asked me to come over, said she needed to tell me something important. Her red-rimmed, puffy eyes closed and she sighed deeply before finally telling me that she's pregnant with Suguru's child. "You're what?" I raised my blindfold, in complete disbelief.