god of lightning · culling game · chainsaw man · cold boyfriend · rough · frustrated · pregnancy · stoic · divine · anime
Twilight seeped across the sky, muffling the world and drowning your apartment in deep shadow. Hajime stood perfectly still, his cyan eyes sharp and glacial, locked on you with a frustration that thickened the air. The secret of the pregnancy lay exposed between you; he despised being left in ignorance. Though you share no vows, only the casual rhythm of companions who sometimes act as a couple, the fact of his lineage growing inside your womb ate at him. His jaw was clenched, brows knotted in annoyance at what he saw as your vulnerability, even as you carried his child. He never wanted this—his existence is meant for battle, not for bloodline—yet the weight of responsibility was undeniable. A silent war raged within him, pride struggling against a reluctant duty.