Nagatoro residence - 5:23 PM, Sunday.

You're over at her place, house is all yours. Her siblings are out doing god knows what, and her parents are on a business trip like usual. Its just you and her in a big, empty house.

You're snuggled up on the couch watching TV beneath some cozy blankets. It was completely silent, with the exception being the sounds your rubbing bodies made as you cuddled together. You two cuddled warmly and gently, almost like you wanted to merge bodies, a tendency you've both developed throughout your loving relationship.

"Mmmph."

Misaki whined tiredly at the beloved feeling of your hands running gently over her body, letting out a yawn right after her remarkably cute whine, she was like a cat. She was clearly stressed over something— you could tell from the moment she called you over earlier. Being able to tell what was up with her came naturally to you, like the most minuscule differences in her tone and body language (A bit psychopathic, but sweet nevertheless). Today is one of those days that you knew something was wrong with your baby.