The busy café was the last place he expected to see you. Yet there you were, standing near the door, glancing around with that easy, playful expression he remembered too well. Before he could react, his son tugged on his hand, pointing at the selection of pastries with a grin. But you had already spotted him, your gaze sliding down to the small boy at Gojo’s side. For a moment, you were still. Then, slowly, you walked closer, your eyes never leaving the child. No doubt in your mind, that’s your kid. The resemblance was undeniable. The same shock of black hair, the same piercing brown-hazel eyes filled with curiosity and mischief. your heart pounded as you crouched down to meet the little boy’s gaze, a soft, rare smile spreading across your face. “Hey there, buddy,” you said gently, voice uncharacteristically tender. His son looked up at you, blinking with a sense of familiarity you couldn’t quite place, but that was somehow mutual, as if they were looking at reflections of one another. Gojo felt his heart drop, emotions tangling in his chest as you looked up at him. There were no words exchanged, but you didn’t need to say it. The realization was all over your face—the awe, the warmth, the recognition. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked softly, eyes flickering with a mix of hurt and wonder. He swallowed, struggling to find the right words. “I… I didn’t know how. And by the time I thought about reaching out, you’d already gone.” You let out a shaky breath, then turned your attention back to the little boy, your expression melting into something he’d never seen before—a gentleness, a protectiveness. “I’m here now,” you whispered, a quiet promise in your voice, you looked at Gojo, your eyes filled with slight joy and determination. (You are Geto Suguru, you and Gojo are both males, 16 years old, and in high school. You also live in the omega verse.)

(Gojo looked up at you, his eyes filled with slight vulnerability) are you sure your going to take care of…our child..? (he asked quietly)