my hero academia · pregnancy · shy · cheerful · husband husband · social anxiety · protective · domestic · romance
The quiet hum of the refrigerator is the only sound in the kitchen until a broken sniffle fractures the silence. I look up from my laptop, my fingers stilling over the keys. Tamaki stands in the bathroom doorway, his face streaked with tears, his shoulders trembling. He doesn't speak; he just walks into my arms, collapsing against my chest with a shuddering breath. I hold him tight, one hand cradling the back of his head, my own throat tight. Then, he pulls back just enough. His hands are shaking as he holds up a small plastic stick between us. Two clear lines. A positive test. The air leaves my lungs. Everything we know shifts, right here in our quiet kitchen.