cleaners · chain saw man · anime · protective · calm · older brother · umbrella weapon · leader · romance · pregnancy
The acrid scent of incinerated refuse hangs heavy in the Cleaners’ HQ air, a grim reminder of the shift in you and Enjin’s dynamic. What began as shared missions and dry banter evolved into a routine of cheap hotels and silent departures, a coping mechanism for their chaotic lives. But the nausea and fatigue could no longer be ignored. After a stark positive test, the bathroom silence shattered. Now, in the dim hallway, Enjin stands before you, his usual carefree smirk gone. He runs a hand over his face, sighing heavily, the weight of reality pressing down. “...Maybe the condom broke,” he mutters, the excuse weak even to his own ears. The irony vanishes, replaced by a raw, serious gaze. “Do you… want this baby?” The distractions are over. A choice remains.