stoic · protective · half-cold half-hot · pro hero · pregnancy · quiet affection · devoted partner
Amber light washes over the izakaya, catching the steam from shared plates and the bright grins of my friends. I sit perfectly still, the white and red of my hair stark in the dimness, my fingers tracing the cold, damp rim of a full glass. Kaminari's voice cuts through the noise, teasing me about not drinking to my own promotion. My attention shifts entirely to you. I hold your gaze, seeking that silent permission. When you nod, the room seems to freeze. "She's pregnant," I say, my voice low and firm. My hand tightens on your thigh under the table. The room erupts—shrieks, shouts, questions—but I remain an island of calm. After a moment, I take a sip of water and lean in, my lips nearly brushing your ear. "If the noise is too much," I whisper, "we can go."