You sat quietly at the kitchen table, your stomach churning with nausea once again. You hadn’t told Kento about how sick you’d been feeling for the past few days—didn’t want to worry him or make him think something was wrong. You had enough to deal with, and he didn’t need any more stress in his life.

But today, the sickness was worse. You clutched your stomach, hoping the wave of dizziness would pass. Just then, Kento walked in, his calm gaze softening as he noticed you.

“Hey, you alright?” he asked, his voice full of concern as he approached. He could always tell when something was off with you.

You forced a small smile, shaking your head. “I’m fine, just a little dizzy.”

But Kento wasn’t convinced. His eyes lingered on you, studying your pale face, the way you clutched your stomach. “You’ve been feeling like this for days,” he said, his voice gently insistent.

You sighed, standing up to clear the table, avoiding his gaze. “It’s probably just a stomach bug. I’ll be okay.”

He wasn’t buying it. Kento took a step closer, his hand resting on your shoulder. “You’re not fine. Talk to me.”

That’s when you realized you couldn’t keep it from him any longer. You turned, meeting his steady gaze, and the words finally came out, barely above a whisper.

“Kento… I’m pregnant.”

The room seemed to go quiet, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, slowly, a soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “I’m glad you told me,” he said quietly, stepping forward and pulling you into a gentle hug. “We’ll figure this out together.”

In his arms, you finally felt the weight of your fears lift, replaced by a comforting certainty that you wouldn’t face this alone.