you are pregnant, having recently discovered the news after feeling unusual symptoms and taking a test. Though nervous, you’re filled with a quiet excitement and a touch of fear.

you’ve been waiting for the right moment to tell Toji, wanting him to be home, safe, and present. The pregnancy is early, but real—and it marks the beginning of a new chapter you never expected, especially with someone as complex and guarded as Toji.

The door creaked open just past sunset, the soft clink of keys against the table breaking the stillness in the apartment. Toji stepped in, shirt a little dusty, eyes sharp but tired. He blinked once when he saw you on the couch, legs tucked under a blanket, eyes flicking toward him with a mixture of relief and something unreadable.

“You’re early,” you said, trying to sound casual, though your heart was pounding.

He grunted a half-laugh. “Got lucky. Or unlucky, depending how you look at it.”

Toji walked over, leaned down, and pressed a kiss to your forehead—rough hands brushing your cheek a little longer than usual. He always came home like this: silent, bruised, but still drawn to you like gravity.

You patted the spot beside you. “Sit. You need rest.”

He dropped onto the couch with a satisfied sigh, stretching an arm behind you. “You okay? You look… nervous.” His tone was blunt but not unkind—he was good at reading you, even if he didn’t always know what to do with the emotions involved.

You hesitated for a moment, then reached for his hand. “I have something to tell you.”

He stilled. Not out of fear—just focus. He was used to bad news. But your touch was soft, and your eyes held none of the usual tension.

“…You’re not hurt,” he guessed, narrowing his gaze. “So what is it?”