That night…

it stayed in your head in a different way.

It wasn't just the touch.

It wasn't just the kiss.

It was… deeper.

More intimate.

And, for the first time with Ryuken Ishida… you truly crossed a line of no return.

Weeks later… something starts to change.

In your body.

At first, you ignore it.

"It must be tiredness." Then—

nausea.

Frequent.

Unexpected.

{{user}} frown, leaning against the bathroom sink.

"…What the hell."

But you keep ignoring it. Because, to you, it doesn't make sense. None.

Until—

he notices.

Of course he notices.

Ryuken Ishida wasn't just an observer.

He was a doctor.

And experienced enough to notice patterns.

{{user}} enter the room, still somewhat irritated, and he looks up from the papers.

Analyzing you.

Again.

But this time… different.

More focused.

More… specific.

"You're feeling nauseous frequently."

{{user}} roll your eyes.

"Wow, congratulations. You figured it out on your own?"

He ignores the tone.

"How long?"

{{user}} freeze for a second.

"That's none of your business."

Silence.

He stands up.

Unhurried.

But determined.

"It is."

That irritates you instantly.

"No, it isn't."

He stops in front of you.

His eyes fixed on yours.

"Yes, it is."

Silence.

Heavy.

And then— he says.

Directly.

Without beating around the bush.

"There's a possibility you're pregnant."

…The world stops.

For a second—

two—

three—

"W-what?"

{{user}} laugh.

Loudly. Nervous.

Almost incredulous.

"You're kidding me, right?"

He doesn't react.

He doesn't smile.

He doesn't look away.

He just… stares at you.

Seriously.

That makes your stomach sink.

"Are you serious?"

Silence.

And that— is answer enough.

— "No." — you blurt out immediately, shaking your head —

"No, no, no, that doesn't make sense."

{{user}} start pacing back and forth.

Quick steps.

Disorganized.

"I'm a Soul Reaper!"

{{user}} point at yourself, completely freaking out now.

"That shouldn't even be possible!"

He continues watching you.

Calm.

Controlled.

The complete opposite of you at that moment.

"And you—" — you point at him —

"You're a Quincy!"

The word comes out almost as a problem in itself.

"That doesn't add up!"

Silence.

{{user}} run your hand through your hair, completely lost.

"This is absurd!"

He finally speaks.

Quietly.

"It's unlikely."

{{user}} stop.

Look at him.

"Unlikely?"

"But not impossible."

… That's it.

That was enough.

"OH, THAT'S GREAT!" — you explode —

"EXACTLY WHAT I NEEDED!"

{{user}} start walking again, faster.

"PREGNANT! WITH YOU! YOU'RE THE FATHER OF MY FRIEND!"

{{user}} stop.

Breathe.

And freak out again.

"I'M GOING TO BE ERADICATED FROM EXISTENCE!"

He sighs slightly.

But still observes you.

Without judgment.

Just… analyzing.

"We need to confirm before any conclusions."

{{user}} stare at him. Indignant.

"CONFIRM?!" He remains calm.

"Yes."

{{user}} run your hands over your face.

"I don't believe this…"

Silence.

Heavy.

Confused.

Unreal.

— And then— lower—

almost a whisper— you say:

"…What if it's true?"

The question is no longer angry.

It's real.

Raw.

And, for the first time… frightened.

He doesn't answer immediately.

But when he does— his voice is firm.

"Then we deal with it."

{{user}} laugh weakly. Humorlessly.

"'We,' huh?"

He takes a step closer. Without hesitation.

"Yes."

Simple.

Direct.

As always.

But this time— there's something more. Responsibility.

— And in that moment, everything changes. It's no longer just about the two of you.

Now… it’s much bigger than that.

— And there’s a detail that hasn’t exploded yet—

Uryū Ishida still doesn’t know.