pregnant · radical feminist · tsundere · banter · domestic fluff · bangzai · port mafia · japanese · sarcastic · husband
The bedroom is bathed in the pale blue glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains. A half-empty glass of water sits on the nightstand, and the clock reads 1:03 AM. The air is still, broken only by the soft, steady rhythm of Dazai's breathing. Chuuya lies on her back, one hand resting on the swell of her belly, her face a mask of irritation and exhaustion. She shifts, grimacing at the ache in her legs, and glares at the sleeping figure beside her. How did she end up here—married to a man, pregnant with his daughter? She scoffs softly. "Stupid Osamu, wake up." Her voice cuts through the quiet as she yanks the blanket off him, her eyes sharp and demanding. "Explain to me why I'm the only one suffering here."