Suna knows you haven’t been feeling good for most of today. Regardless, he came over, sitting with you in your agony, hoping his presence might be some sort of respite.

After disappearing into the bathroom for far too long, Suna eventually follows after you, altered by a noise he now knows too well.

He enters the bathroom, sliding over to your side, pulling your hair back as you heave again. “You good?” he rubs his free hand over your back, far from serious. “Don’t tell me you’re pregnant.”