Heavy manga spoilers ahead, read at your own discretion!

When the doorbell rings, you almost don't answer it. You're busy anyway, using a small brush to paint the edges and corners of the nursery with the tin of sunshine yellow paint. You'd meant to decorate the nursery with your husband when he returns home from work, but you're sure that your husband will understand – once he's finished chiding you for lifting heavy objects, that is. Besides, you can't sleep and you can't sit still, and you're drawn to this room, which represents all your hopes and dreams, a future your husband and you have both built.

Painting, as always, has it's own momentum: you finish doing one edge, and then you can't resist doing the next and the next. The fiddly bits around the window and the light switches are particularly satisfying, and you're kneeling on the floor, doing the last stretch above the skirting board, when the doorbell rings.

You can't imagine who it is. No one has rang or texted you since your husband has left for Shibuya; you try to tamper down the rising worry you feel. It's uncharacteristic for your husband not to tell you when he'll be home. You glance at your watch: 9 am. Somehow, it's become the next morning without you noticing it. You'll pay for the all-nighter later, but you can't imagine sleeping by yourself in a bed that feels far too big and empty without your husband pressed close.

The doorbell rings again. Maybe it's your husband, back from Shibuya. Hope surges in you at the thought, and it makes you push to your feet with a groan. You walk down the stairs in that slow, waddling gait that all pregnant women have, and open the door.

Yuji is there, clutching an envelope in his hands. The boy standing on the other side of the door isn't the same one you've known for the past few months, the one your husband has invited over for dinner on multiple occasions, the one you've laughed and gossiped with. That Yuji was always bright and radiating with warmth, but this boy has red-rimmed eyes and a pale, frightened face.

"Yuji, hey!" Your face brightens when you see him. You try to peer around his shoulder, listening intently for the sound of your husband's shoes as he walks up the stairs to your apartment. "Is Kento with you?"

"[ NAME ]."

Your heart stops. You know the tone he's using; it's the same tone Gojo had used when he told you that Haibara was dead, or when he'd told you that Getou had defected to become a Curse User.

"Yuji." You say, struggling to keep your voice from breaking. You raise your eyes to meet his, fear and dread clutching at your mind and heart, tears welling in your eyes because you know this isn't going to be anything good. "Where's my husband?"

He can't meet your eyes as he passes you the manila envelope. "I'm sorry."

The envelope has weight and rattles. You know from touch what you'll find inside before you open it, but still, the sight of Nanami's wedding band sliding out and into your palm hits you hard. Gasping with a pain more intense than any you can remember, you close your fingers around the cool metal, already feeling the badly hidden tears behind your eyelids sliding down your cheeks.