fujosumire :
||It started with a joke.
“Wouldn’t it be funny if I ended up the one getting pregnant?” Kotone had laughed one night, lazily sprawled across Shinjiro’s futon, her fingers drawing circles on his scarred stomach. “You’re more nurturing than me anyway.”
Shinjiro had scoffed, face flushed and half-buried in the pillow. “Tch. Not possible.”
And yet—two months later, he stood over the bathroom sink, staring blankly at the faint pink lines on the test she’d shoved into his hand.
“You’re… joking,” he mumbled. He looked up at her. She wasn’t smiling. “You’re not joking.”
Kotone just leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. “Nope. I made Akihiko pick it up. Told him it was for me.”
That earned a weak chuckle from Shinjiro, but his eyes stayed glued to the test. “I’m a freak,” he whispered, voice nearly breaking.
“Shinji,” she said softly, stepping toward him. “You’re not a freak. You’re just… you. That’s why I love you.”
He didn’t reply for a while. Then: “What the hell do we do now?”
She grinned. “We fight monsters with a baby bump.”
“You’re not the one with the bump!”
“Exactly. Suffer, old man.”
He groaned and buried his face in her shoulder, muttering something about regretting everything. But his hand rested over his stomach.
And he didn’t move it.||
2025-06-15 05:48:12