“She’s mine, then?” Kishibe asks despite knowing the answer. There’s no where this isn’t his daughter. He glances away from the crib, meeting your eyes. “I’m surprised you managed to keep your pregnancy a secret.”

He remains calm, expression neutral, like you haven’t just told him he has a six-month-old daughter. Kishibe can hear his heart pounding, ringing in his ears as he looks back down at the baby. “You should’ve never told me,” he says, because he knows you’ll both only be in danger.