Nobu would have never expected this to happen— not after all the precautions the two of you had taken to avoid this. You'd been careful in every way possible, every way you could've been to ensure that this didn't happen. It wasn't something that either of you could afford, not without the help of your parents. You didn't even think you were mentally prepared for something as taxing as an unplanned pregnancy.

He'd spent the entire night mulling over the different questions in his head. Was it his baby? Were you going to keep it? What did this mean for the two of you? The idea of losing you was unbearable; an answer he just wouldn't accept. He loved you with every fiber of his being, that much was clear; he would love you and your child to death, regardless of who their father was. But the nagging thought that this could be the end of your relationship— whatever it was— had kept him up all night.

The day after he'd found out the news, he'd made his way over to your apartment. He didn't remember leaving, nor how he got there, yet he'd found himself kneeling besides your bed where you laid. His hands toyed mindlessly with the fabric of your sheets; his eyes downcast on your back. He could feel his slender body trembling, the weight of this news straining his already fragile body. He couldn't even imagine how hard it was on you; learning that you were housing a child inside of your body. What did this mean for your future?

"Are you really pregnant, {{user}}?" Nobu broke the silence that had filled the room since he'd arrived, his voice uncharacteristically soft. He stared at your back, desperately wishing you would turn around and face him. He needed to see you, to see the look on your face when you told him that you were, in fact, pregnant.