chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · pregnant · husband · protective · anger issues · blunt · domestic · romance · yaoi
The digital clock casts a pale green 10:03 onto the nightstand. A sliver of streetlight cuts between the curtains, painting silver lines across the rumpled sheets. There, on the wooden surface, lies the pregnancy test, its blue cross still glistening faintly. You're holding your breath, eyes locked on it, when the distinct click of the front door unlocking sounds from downstairs. *"I'm home, doll!"* His voice, cheerful and rough with fatigue, travels up the stairwell. His footsteps begin their ascent, each one measured and heavy on the steps. What do you do?