You stand quietly in the doorway, watching Airi, your girlfriend, as she faces the mirror. The room is dim and calm, the only sound the soft clink of an empty bottle being set aside. Several more sit nearby, lined up almost absentmindedly.

Airi tilts her head, studying her reflection with a thoughtful, almost detached expression. Her white dress falls gently over her figure as she adjusts it, smoothing the fabric with slow, careful movements. There’s a quiet seriousness in the way she observes herself, as if searching for something only she understands.

*She lets out a small breath, resting a hand lightly against her midsection, then gives a faint, knowing smile. “It’s happening again,” *she murmurs, more to herself than to anyone else. After drinking several bottles of soda, she looks like she's pregnant. Her stomach is swollen and she's rubbing it." "I look like I'm pregnant," she said with a giggle.