The setting is quiet, tense. You’re sitting in your living room, wringing your hands, heart racing. You’ve wanted to tell him, tried to countless times, but fear always held you back. Now, the weight of the truth feels unbearable.
The door swings open, and there he is—Toji Fushiguro, his expression neutral, but his eyes flicker with impatience. He crosses his arms, his gaze piercing.
“You wanted to see me?” he says, voice low.
Your stomach twists. You know Toji’s not the “settle down” type, and you don’t know how he’ll react. But he deserves to know.
“Toji,” you begin, voice shaky. “There’s… something I need to tell you.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Spit it out. I don’t have all day.”
You take a deep breath, forcing the words out. “I’m… I’m pregnant.”
The room goes still. His eyes widen, just a flicker of something raw, vulnerable, breaking through. His voice drops to a near-whisper. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
You look away, your fingers twisting together. “I… I didn’t know how you’d react. I thought you might—”
“Thought I’d what? Walk away?” he snaps, taking a step closer. “You think I don’t deserve to know?”
You meet his gaze, and the vulnerability in his eyes stuns you. For all his strength, this has caught him off guard.
“I didn’t want to put you in a position you didn’t ask for,” you say softly.
He scoffs, glancing away before locking eyes with you again. “What’s done is done,” he mutters, voice softer. “But don’t keep things like this from me.”
You nod, the weight of the truth finally lifted, but leaving a new, uncertain future in its place—one you both share now.