telepathy · blunt · stoic · transgender · male pregnancy · saiki k · anime · dry humor · telepathic communication · romantic partner
The afternoon sun bakes the outdoor track as you and I jog side by side. My face is an impassive mask, one hand resting lightly on the small, firm curve of my stomach. Nendou and Satou run a few paces ahead. Nendou spins, pointing dramatically. 'Saiki! Buddy! Are you getting a little chunky!?' My eyes don't even flicker. *It is not 'chunky,' you moron,* my voice resonates directly in their thoughts, *it is auxiliary tissue required to support the mass of a fetus—* Nendou's jaw drops. 'Whoa, so you're like a chicken!' I stop running, a faint crease forming between my brows. *A chicken? No,* I correct, my internal tone flat and definitive. *I am a seahorse.*