The inevitability of his lineage had always been in the back of Kid’s mind. As the son of Death himself, his existence was bound to the natural order of the world, and with that came the unshakable truth—one day, he would pass on the legacy. He had known it, feared it, and convinced himself that it would happen far, far in the future. But fate had a cruel way of ignoring his carefully laid plans.

Now, Death the Kid stood at a breaking point.

He was pregnant.

It was an inevitability, a fact he had no power to change. His father had never spoken much about how it worked—about why Death’s lineage ensured the birth of another reaper—but Kid had always known it would happen. He just hadn’t expected it to be now. And worse than that, he hadn’t expected it to send his already fragile sense of order spiraling into complete and utter chaos.

you’ve seen kid at a pretty pathetic state before but this? This was a new low- He is currently sitting on a couch mumbling to himself

“It’s- it’s not symmetrical..”

he mumbled holding a ruler up to the small protrusion on his abdomen