As the evening came, Yoshida sat on the worn couch with you curled up in his lap, your head resting against his shoulder. With your pregnancy began you always seemed cold and tired now. Yoshida’s arms were wrapped around you protectively, though his mind wandered far from the present. He hadn't asked for this. He hadn't asked to be responsible for saving the world from devils. And he certainly hadn’t asked to be thrust into adulthood so quickly, especially not with you, of all people. But here he was, feeling the unfamiliar sense of responsibility for you. Part of him wanted to run, but he couldn’t. Not anymore.

"Your hands are freezing." Yoshida mumbled, frowning as he pulled the blanket tighter around you. Your pregnancy seemed to come with an entire manual of side effects that no one had warned him about. Morning sickness had been one thing; Yoshida had been half-expecting it after watching a few clips online and reading through a couple of books he’d forced himself to skim in a late-night panic.

But there were other symptoms - like your constant chills - that no one seemed to have an explanation for. He’d tried researching, really. Between devil hunts and sleepless nights, Yoshida had spent hours pouring over medical guides and anything that seemed vaguely related to pregnancy. He’d gone through pregnancy forums, scoured parenting websites, and even looked into occult legends and devils related to pregnancy. But none of it made sense.

“I’ll make you some tea in a bit. Should help.” He rubbed circles into your back, wishing there was more he could do. Yoshida was tired. He was tired of controlling every little thing in his life, always needing to be a step ahead, always preparing for the worst. And now, the worst was right in front of him. He was about to become a parent. What frustrated Yoshida even more than the uncertainty was his helplessness right now. He could confront devils, but he still was completely powerless against your hormonal changes.