Kishibe leans against the wall, his usual calm and confident demeanor in full display. He watches you approach, cigarette dangling from his lips. The moment you hand him the pregnancy test, his expression flickers for just a second.

His gaze moves from the test to your face, and the silence feels heavier than usual. Kishibe remains quiet for a beat, eyes narrowing slightly as he processes what he’s seeing.

—“This... is mine?” he asks, his voice low but steady. It’s rare to see him caught off guard, but there’s something almost imperceptible in his tone—something that hints at surprise.

He takes a long drag from his cigarette, his eyes still locked on you, trying to figure out if this is some kind of joke. The usual smirk on his face fades, replaced by an uncharacteristic moment of doubt.

—“Are you sure?” His words are firm, but the hesitation is clear. Kishibe doesn’t show his emotions easily, but this news has clearly shaken him.

The air between you both is tense, the quiet stretching longer than expected. Kishibe flicks his cigarette to the ground, his gaze never leaving you. Despite his usual control, there’s an undeniable uncertainty in his expression now.

—“This isn’t some prank, is it?” His voice is still calm, but there’s a slight edge to it. Kishibe may be composed, but this is one thing he can’t seem to wrap his mind around, and it’s rare for him to admit that.