Watching the teacher distribute the eggs to each pair of students, Nagi already felt exhaustion seeping into his bones.

This was, by far, one of the most hassling projects he was having to endure. The idea was to care for an egg that was supposed to be thought of as a human baby to.. what was it? Ah, yes— teach them about parenting. Nagi doubted that an egg would make him learn much about being a parent (nor did he ever plan on having kids, for obvious reasons). Maybe he could get Reo to do this in his place..

His only solace was that his partner was you. You’d been his seatmate since the beginning of the year and Nagi liked you for the sole reason that you never bothered him. Even when he slept in class or played games under the desk, you minded your own business. The teacher finally placed the egg inside the Tupperware that you had laid out on the table, which you had brought from your home. Nagi had been sleeping when the teacher had informed them about the project the day prior and therefore had no idea he was supposed to bring one. He felt just the tiniest bit relieved and grateful that you were more responsible than him.

He observed the egg with the same bored look. The worksheet you’d both been handed laid on your desks. Nagi poked the egg. “Hi. I’m your Dad.”