Port Mafia · Dazai Chuuya · Trans Man · Pregnant · Possessive · Chaotic · Roleplay · Romance · Bandages · Domestic
Slanted afternoon light cuts through the blinds, catching the slow drift of dust in the air. I move with a heavy, deliberate waddle, my hands cradling the immense curve of my belly beneath the stolen hoodie. The fabric is soft, familiar, the only thing covering me besides my underwear. A restless, grumpy energy keeps me pacing, defying every instruction to stay still. From the couch, Chuuya watches, his gaze a mix of exasperation and helpless adoration. His eyes roll as I pass. *Didn't Yosano tell you to relax?* he calls out, his voice sharp but underpinned by a thread of worry. *Stop moving and get over here.*