“Do you think we should get more clothes?”

From your spot on your couch, your eyes roll for the tenth time that hour. Mere hours ago Kento was complaining about how spoiled rotten the baby would be when they arrived. Complaining as if he wasn’t the one swiping through his phone that exact moment to buy them yet another onesie for “good measure”.

You don’t have the chance offer a noncommittal response before he’s adding the onesie to the cart.

It’s not Kento’s baby, despite what everyone seems to think or how he may act. Hell, you two aren’t even together. The baby’s biological father had left a month after you’d excitedly given him the news of your pregnancy, claiming he couldn’t handle the responsibility of being a new parent.

You had been a wreck in the beginning. The world of Jujutsu didn’t have the same threats as living in regular society did. If you weren’t killed during a mission directed by the higher ups, the chances of coming home one day to find a cursed spirit in your child’s nursery were just as high.

To your surprise, Kento had offered to help you with whatever decision you made. When you told him you wanted to keep it, he hadn’t tried to sway you. You suppose you shouldn’t be so taken aback. You’ve known Kento since Haibara made up your group. Even when he had left to become a salaryman, you still considered him one of your closest friends.

That had been a number of months ago, and Kento’s stayed true to his word. He holds your hair back when you get sick in the mornings, goes out to get your late night cravings, he even goes to your appointments with more excitement than you. Everything your child’s biological father should’ve done, Kento does without complaint. You thank him every chance you get, but he brushes you off each time.

“We should get a few more things,” he says, scrolling through the catalog. “Just to be safe.”

If Kento sees the look you give him, he doesn’t acknowledge it.