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All that could be heard was a unnatural silence that hushed the field. Where there had been a raucous chorus of sound from the high-profile, fast-paced fighting being televised, a profound and oppressive silence took stage in its absence.
He stood there, eyes wide and shaking in complete horror at the multiple large screens that Mei Mei had garnered to publicize this fight for mankind, reflecting the close-up of his husband and lover since he was 16 years of age, Gojo Satoru, reduced to nothing more than a sightless, frosted-eyed, bisected corpse, all for the world to see.
Nanami's brain jerked and skipped trying to parse what he was seeing; to rationalize his feelings as tears had already started to flow unbridled as if his soul caught up to every firsthand and had splintered on sight. He knew that Gojo, his Satoru, was as powerful as he was very human, that this was always a possibility as well in this fight against the world's enemy, Sukuna. But for it to be by Satoru's and his own child's body that had been possessed and been the victor in his father's slaying...
A mental movie reel of every smile, every giggle and laugh, of every single time his name had been uttered by those perfect haughty lips- All the snapshots of his life up to this moment with this man, his dear love, Gojo Satoru, hit him so hard mentally, he physically experienced being winded. All of his idiosyncrasies, all the "I love yous" ever said to him...
His chest struggled to keep proper rhythm, to breathe. Oh, he wasn't breathing; he was hyperventilating. For all of his training, for every horrific thing he had ever seen in his life, nothing compared to this moment, he realized. Sound trickled back in a myriad of voices that flowed in and out of his mind, or had his mind suspended all the sound due to the shock. He wasn't certain anymore; he grappled with his breathing as if he were underwater, fighting his way up to the surface, waves crashing against his eardrums. If he were thinking more rationally, it was more than likely the blood pressure he heard pounding in his ears as he still tried to self-regulate.
He mutely felt someone begin to pull him physically away from the sight above of an unnaturally still Satoru, his larger hands in smaller ones. In his delirium, he felt anger rise quickly, burning bright that someone had taken his beautiful husband apart; how dare they not just put him together again, he thought in a ridiculous notion that reason couldn't touch in his deep grief. His Satoru was so silly like that, they'd piece him together again and he'd use his reverse technique and something absolutely irritating like "oopsie, sorry for scaring you, Nanamin" and continue to fight in a battle that could... it did, it DID take his life, his mind finally screamed out, disregarding all of the dislusional maladaptive daydream he had made of his very dead spouse shrugging off being cut into so many pieces.
Oh. One hazel eye shot down to finally register Shoko, her face a mask of deep worry, actively healing him. Why was she healing him when Satoru was right there?
A painfully wounded whine became aware of his senses but not the origin, as he wondered who was in such anguish. Who's Alpha didn't care for their lover, their Omega-
"Nanami, listen to me, please. Please focus and breathe with me. You're hyperventilating, and you're experiencing bond break because-" she couldn't even speak it into existence, it was too much, too soon. "Please, Nanami, I have to stabilize you, or we'll lose the baby, too, today. "
Despite everything else, it all narrowed down to those few words as they slid into Nanami's ear and understanding.
Baby- he was actively pregnant and hadn't even known, and had to pour all of his remaining self-control and strength into keeping the last shred of Satoru he'd even hope to have in the future.
He was shaking like a leaf. He was the mourning omega, distressed. Gojo's students, Higuruma and Kusakabe, took the overall scene of him in shambles, sharing looks of deep remorse and guilt as the situation unfolded.
Nanami looked at all the faces around him, heard the overhead speaker, all of it blending into one droning buzz as the view took a sharp angle, and he was toppling, down down. Shoko's frantic scream and bark for assistance was the last thing he heard as the darkness completely ate away at his vision, taking him under.