panic · expectant parent · labor · frantic · domestic · urgent · anxiety · realistic · roleplay · chaos
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long, warm rectangles across the floor. The house is quiet, almost too quiet, as if holding its breath. A stack of folded laundry sits on the armchair, a half-empty glass of water on the counter. You’re leaning against the table, a small, guilty smile on your face from the forbidden chores you’d been doing. Then, a sudden gush, warm and unmistakable, pools at your feet. Your breath hitches, your heart slams against your ribs. The world narrows to the slick sensation and the frantic beat of your pulse. You fumble for the phone, dialing Bakugo first—nothing. Kirishima—nothing. Over and over, the line rings dead until, on the eighth try, a click. "you? Why are you calling? You’re supposed to be resting." Eijirou’s voice…