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He had been feeling off for a while. It was something he could not quite pinpoint. It had started with a general uneasiness. Just a slight, uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach that had soon spread to the entirety of his body. That had been ten days ago. He had not thought much of it at first.
Shouta groaned as he heaved into the agency’s toilet for the third time that day. The tiny bit of uneasiness he had started feeling over a week ago had transformed into full-blown nausea about five days ago. One moment he was mostly fine and the next he would be sprinting for the closest bathroom. It never went fully away though.
He stood, swaying, then wobbled over to the sink to wash up. No wonder Nemuri had been eyeing him with suspicion the whole day. He looked like hell: deathly pale with dark circles under his eyes.
At first, Shouta had put all of this off as stress. It had been a stressful two years for him – for all of them really. They had graduated UA and joined their respective agencies, taking on full time positions as heroes. On top of everything, Hizashi had agreed on hosting a radio show, working double the amount he should be, really. He worked harder, longer and more passionately then Shouta ever had. He wanted the other man to come home to a house where everything – and everyone – was okay. Their house should be a place where Hizashi could relax and unwind, a place where he did not have to worry about anything. Which was exactly why Shouta had been avoiding mentioning all of this to his partner.
“Shouta, are you okay in there?” Nemuri’s voice ripped him from his train of thought. She sounded concerned… great.
Not bothering to give her an answer, he opened the bathrooms sliding door, only to be met by her sky-blue eyes.
“What?”
“You’ve been throwing up again.”
“No.” He tried walking past her, but she was blocking his way, effectively pinning him in the bathroom’s doorway.
“Yes, yes you have, how long has this been going on?”
Shouta sighed, irritate.
“It’s nothing, just a small bug.”
With that he tried pushing past her again, but she caught his arm, turning his head with her other hand, so he would have to look at her. Their eyes met.
“Shouta… I’m worried. You’ve been throwing up for days. And you’ve been napping more than usual too. Are you sure it’s nothing?”
He held her gaze steadily. He could not afford looking weak, because then, she would let Hizashi know for sure.
“I’m fine, really. You don’t need to worry.”
She did not seem convinced but let him go anyway. Shouta watched her walk away, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Maybe she was right and there was something wrong with him? A stomach bug should not be lasting this long, should it? Shaking off the thought, he went back to work.
-
“Tadaima.”
“Shouta, welcome home!”
By the time he arrived home it was dark outside. Shouta thanked every god known to him that Hizashi had dimmed the lights in their apartment already. Upon seeing him, Hizashi’s face fell.
“What happened?! You look like death warmed up!”
Shouta winced at the volume of the blonde’s voice, prompting Hizashi to apologize quietly. He went up to him and hugged Shouta tight, whispering in his ear. “What is it?”
Melting into the blonde’s embrace, Shouta inhaled the other's scent deeply. His smell had always calmed him. His hand’s clung to Hizashi’s shirt.
“’s nothing, just a small migraine. I’ll sleep it off.” with that he let the other go and shuffled towards their bedroom. Hizashi watched him, concern burning in his eyes. He smiled sweetly at Shouta. “I’ll come cuddle you in a minute.” A soft smile on his lips, Shouta disappeared into their bedroom, burrowing beneath the thick blankets.
He had almost dozed off by the time Hizashi joined him. His partner’s arms around him, Shouta let sleep claim him.
Somehow, that night, his dreams were more realistic and vivid than usual. They showed him snippets of Hizashi’s smooth, pale skin, love bites he left on his delicate throat, his perfect cock. He heard the other’s moans, felt his ass clenching around nothing. And-
Shouta woke up drenched in sweat, skin flushed. He shifted, feeling the tightness of his balls, his hard-on almost painful and heavy in his sweats. What kinds of dreams was he having all of the sudden? He enjoyed sex with Hizashi sure, but he could not remember ever being as horny as he was in that very moment. The fabric of his shirt brushed against his hardened nipples uncomfortably. He took it off, wincing when the cold night air brushed against his skin.
Hizashi was gently snoring beside him, oblivious to what was happening. Without hesitation, Shouta leaned in, kissing the other. At first it was sweet and gently, but he soon licked the other’s lips, demanding entrance as Hizashi stirred awake. Shouta shifted them, so he was straddling the other, all the while kissing him hungrily. Hizashi did not seem to mind, licking back just as eagerly. Soon he moved the blonde’s throat.
“Sh-Shouta… ah! What- what’s happening?!”
Hizashi seemed thoroughly confused and Shouta did not blame him. While he enjoyed sex with Hizashi, he never deemed it to be necessary. They had become intimate quite late into their relationship and up until today it had almost always been Hizashi who had initiated something more than cuddling or making out. But right now… right now… Shouta thought he might die if they did not do it… well… yesterday.
“I need you…” he licked down the other’s torso until he reached his waistband, quickly working off his boxers.
“Shou… shouta…” Hizashi was panting now. He heard him reach for the bedside table, where they kept their lube. Good. He took Hizashi’s cock into his mouth, sucking eagerly, circling the head with his tongue. The bedside drawer was slammed shut forcefully and Shouta looked up, releasing the other’s cock.
Hizashi’s eyes were clouded, pupils blown wide. There was a pleasant blush on his cheeks as he looked at his partner. Shouta felt his dick twitch, precum oozing out, forming a wet patch on his boxers.
The blonde grabbed him and in one swift motion Shouta found himself underneath his part-ner. A tongue brushed his nipple and he let out a surprised yelp. He was about to complain when he heard the lube being opened and soon after felt a finger pressing against his en-trance. The muscles there pulsed as Hizashi look at him directly, teasing slowly.
“You sure?”
“GOD DAMNIT ‘ZASHI! Get on with it!” Fucking tease. The blonde just grinned.
It was all the confirmation Hizashi needed and soon, Shouta was deliciously filled by three fingers. Hizashi’s other hand was teasing his nipples while his tongue was occupied with his neck. Shouta thought he might pass out from all the sensations. Had he always been this sensitive?
Finally, he felt the head of Hizashi cock brace against his entrance and inhaled sharply, re-leasing an animalistic moan as he was stretched deliciously. He heard Hizashi groan in pleasure above him and clung to the other’s back in a desperate attempt to bring him even closer. It was not enough; it just was not enough yet.
“’zashi move… please… please I can’t… you need to move…”
He knew he was babbling nonsense, but to his delight the other complied with his request. Hizashi quickly set a rhythm, making sure to hit his prostate with every stroke, making Shouta moan loudly.
Memories of the first time they had sex flashed before his eyes. They had been dating for over two years when they finally did it. It had been slow and gentle, full of kisses and shy caresses. Hizashi had done everything to make it as comfortable as possible for Shouta. After, they had fallen asleep, cuddled up closely to one another. Shouta remembered that he had never felt so loved, wanted and save ever before that very moment. Hizashi had always made him feel that way, but sharing something to intimate… his heart ached, overflowing with love. Tears pricked at his eyes.
He felt the blonde’s hips stuttered as he was drawing close and Shouta’s own orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks. This time, he really was seeing stars.
“….ta…”
Their bedroom ceiling swam into view slowly.
“Shouta…”
Blonde hair and green eyes lingering over him.
“Shouta! Shouta!”
Hizashi voice sounded…urgent? Worried? But why?
Shouta blinked a couple of times, trying to formulate a coherent thought.
“-hat?”
“You’re crying! Are you okay? Did it hurt this much?!” It had been a long time that he had heard Hizashi sounding so unsure of himself. Confused, he reached up, brushing against his cheek – his fingers came back wet. So he really way crying. Shouta stared in disbelief. What was happening? He had just been thinking about how much he loved Hizashi, a thought he had almost every day although he rarely voiced it, and yet… all of the sudden…
“Shouta!”
“You didn’t hurt me…” he pulled the other close, kissing his cheek. “I was just thinking how much I love you and got overwhelmed…” Hizashi’s cheek broke out into a bright smile under his lips.
They fell asleep, sweaty and tangled in each other’s arms.
-
The smell of coffee pulled him from a deep sleep. As Shouta peeled his eyes open his alarm clock came into view: 10:33a.m. He had slept in, great. He sat up slowly, blushing at the memories of last night but a stabbing pain distracted him from going down that road again. It made him groan just as Hizashi entered the bedroom, a cup of coffee in hand.
“I did hurt you after all.” he made sad puppy eyes at Shouta, who in return rolled his. He accepted the coffee from the blonde, carefully taking a sip. His stomach seemed fine today.
“You did nothing wrong, my hips just hurt a little, that’s all.” Hizashi lingered. Shouta was sure this was not caused by their love making. He knew the pain that anal sex involved, but this was… different.
“Are you sure you’re alright? You’ve never cried during… y’know.”
Well, he did not cry often in general. It was illogical most of the time and atypical for one Shouta Aizawa none the less. He knew Hizashi would not let him off the hook so easily, but all Shouta could do was shrug.
“I don’t know what happened ‘zashi. I just… I felt kinda off for…” he hesitated. How much should he tell him? “…for a couple of days and somehow I got really emotional last night.” He stared into his coffee cup. Why was he so emotional in the first place? His heartbeat quickened.
Hizashi slowly peeled the cup out of his hands, sat down next to him and hugged him tight. “It’s okay Shouta. It’s okay.”
He hugged him back.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“I don’t know what to say. There is nothing to talk about. I don’t know why I feel like this, really.”
“Okay.”
Hizashi knew better than to push him. Then again, there really was nothing he could push about. They hugged for a little longer. Shouta let go first.
“I need to get ready. Nemuri and I need to prepare for our mission tonight. We’re raiding a hideout of drug dealers.”
He peeled the blankets back and stood – big mistake. As soon as weight was put on his legs the pain in his hips increased tenfold. A giant wave of dizziness struck him, and he felt himself tilting to the side, unable to do anything about it. Hizashi was saying something but Shouta was too far gone to make out words.
Next thing he knew, he was maneuvered to the floor, leaning against their bedframe. A gentle hand tried guiding his head between his knees, the other keeping him upright. Hizashi’s worried face swam into view. He wanted to say something, but instead he felt his stomach turn. Shouta clasped a hand over his mouth, desperately looking at Hizashi, who seemed to get the message, because only seconds later a trashcan was placed before him. It was a violent bout of sickness this time, squeezing the last breath out of him as tears pricked at his eyes. In the back of his mind Shouta was vaguely aware that Hizashi was gently stroking his back, whispering reassurance.
Half an hour later and Shouta felt fine. The bin had been taken from him and cleaned and while he was still a bit unsteady on his feet, he felt a million times better. The pain in his hips was back to a dull ache.
However, now that he knew something was up, Hizashi would not leave him alone. He insisted on keeping the bathroom door open while Shouta showered to keep an eye on him and was fussing all over him at breakfast.
“Shouta this isn’t normal.”
“Hm.” he knew that. He knew. But…
“Please, just go see a doctor! I know you hate hospitals, but I am worried and-”
“Yes! Okay, okay… I’ll go see a doctor tomorrow.” his tone might have been rougher than he had anticipated, but he really needed to focus on his mission for now. And if he was honest… Shouta was scared. It was as if deep down he knew something was wrong.
“I just… I need to finish this mission tonight first. We’ve been preparing the raid for weeks; I can’t drop out now.” Shouta knew it was stupid, but he also knew Hizashi would understand. They both knew that becoming a hero meant self-sacrifice. They both knew what they signed up for. And if him being miserable for another day meant that he could save people, then Shouta was glad to do it.
Hizashi just nodded and finally left it alone.
-
By the time Shouta was en route to their mission with Nemuri, the pain in his hips had him wince every time he moved too fast. After getting to their final mission briefing the pain had just kept getting worse, making him restless and sweaty and earning him concerned looks from Nemuri every so often.
“Are you sure you’re okay to go on?”
They were still a couple of blocks from their destination when Shouta had to duck into an empty alleyway to vomit… for the second time. He gritted his teeth and wiped his mouth.
“Yes, Nemuri, I’ll be fine. I’m going to see a doctor tomorrow, until then I should be able to handle it.”
She did not seem convinced but nodded anyway. They had spent weeks preparing, planning, researching. Everything was prepared, the right people were in the right places… the heroes would score big tonight. There was no going back now, everyone involved knew it. He was compromised. Physically as well as mentally. It was illogical to continue, Shouta was aware of that and yet what other choice did he have? He started to regret not pulling out a day or two ago. Shouta swallowed thickly against the nausea still lingering in his throat. He just had to get through this somehow, it would be fine.
The warehouse was in an abandoned part of the industrial quarter. Plants had begun taking back the buildings and as night fell it became almost pitch black around them. Light shown only through a tiny window in one of the old buildings – their destination. Shouta could feel his heart thumb with adrenaline. It dulled the pain in his hips for the moment, nausea disap-pearing with it. He reached into his capture weapon, putting his goggles into place.
“Let’s move in.”
Nemuri nodded and they left their hideout. The warehouses door was kicked in, two low-life yakuza taken out without so much as looking at them, the rest lulled to sleep. Another door kicked down and another, down the staircase and behind huge containers of what he suspected to be some sort of intoxicant they found him: the big boss. An ugly man, with a mutation type quirk. Long, thick tusks protruded from his mouth, accompanied by a pig’s nose. His face was round, as was his statue. No surprise the guy called himself “Boar”.
Shouta only narrowly managed to dodge this giant guy trying to tackle him out of the way, only to use his capture weapon seconds later to lift himself out of the way again. That guy was fast, that was for sure.
Nemuri joint him on a metal beam near the ceiling, as the wild boar under them was ramming against walls to try to get them to fall.
“He’s closer to an animal than a human – the normal dosage of somnambulist isn’t enough!”
“What now?”
“I need time to adjust the dosage. Can you distract him for a couple of minutes?”
Shouta nodded, as one of the walls finally gave out and their beam fell to one side. From the corner of his eye he notices Nemuri disappearing into the shadows. He landed right in front of the enemy, panting heavily. Cold sweat ran down his back. Shit, he should not be this exhausted already. His opponent came charging again as he threw his capture weapon. It caught on one of the giant tusks and before he could react Shouta was spun into the air. Somehow, he managed to turn mid-air, bringing his feet against the nearest wall, bracing himself against it. He jumped again, bringing himself behind the boar, quickly tightening his capture weapon.
“SHOUTA NOW!”
Landing a solid kick to the back of the creature’s neck, his hip screaming in protest, he used the momentum to catapult himself forward as Nemuri came in from the side, a cloud of thick pink enveloping their enemy.
Shouta landed, stumbling. His vision swam as pain shot through his body. Damnit, he was worse than he had thought. Panting, Shouta turned. Nemuri was there, along with a cloud of pink dust. As the dust cleared, the large, unconscious form of their opponent came into view. So that was it – the fight was over.
Shouta felt relief washing over him. But as relief came, the adrenaline from the fight went, leaving behind blinding pain. He doubled over, groaning in pain and clutching his midsection. Black dots danced at the edges of his vision. Nemuri was saying something, Shouta was vaguely aware of that, but his hearing was long gone. Panic spread through his body. What was happening? Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He just knew. He felt Nemuri’s presence right next to him, her hands on his shoulders, but the colours of her skin, hair, clothing… they kept blending together, until there was nothing by darkness.
-
The touch of a hand on his forehead. It was warm, gentle, intimate. Shouta knew this kind of touch – only one person in the whole world could make him feel like this by just the touch of their hand. His eyes fluttered. He assessed his body: slight nausea but nothing he could not handle. The pain was reduced to a dull ache again, radiating from his hip bones through the entirety of his lower abdomen.
“’zashi…” his voice was raw and quiet, but the blonde’s face appeared into view immediately none the less.
“Shou! Thank god, I was so worried!” Hizashi looked terrible. His hair was down, yet somewhat unkept. His glasses were dirty and crooked, barely hiding the dark circles under his eyes. Worry was carved deeply into his features. Shouta wanted to reach up, stroke his cheek… somehow… just somehow try and reassure the other. He tried lifting his hand but was stopped by the IV-line protruding from it.
He was in hospital. It seemed logical, he determined, after the memories of his mission came flooding back.
“How long…?”
“Only a couple of hours, it’s barely morning. Don’t worry.” That was Nemuri’s voice. Shortly after her face appeared right behind Hizashi.
“We got him… didn’t we?”
“Yes, yes we did. It’s all taken care of, so don’t worry about it. Just… just focus on yourself.” She seemed shaken. Shouta could not blame her.
“Nemuri… sorry… I-”
“It’s okay Shouta. It’s all good. You just… really scared me for a sec there.” Her voice was shaking.
Hizashi’s squeezed his hand gently. Shouta squeezed back, closing his eyes.
“I’m scared…” It was barely more than a whisper, just enough for them to hear. “Something… something isn’t right…” He felt himself shaking. Tears pricked at his eyes.
Hizashi was just about to say something when a knock interrupted him. The doctor who entered was an elderly woman with grey hair and a kind face. Her eyes were soft. She reminded Shouta of Recovery Girl.
“Aizawa-san, it’s good to see you’re awake. No, please just lay down, don’t sit up.”
Nemuri took this as her cue to leave. Telling them to call her with any news or if they needed anything. Anything at all.
“Let’s fill you in, shall we? You were brought in tonight, severely dehydrated and in excruciating pain. We gave you fluid and some pretty strong painkillers. We also ran some blood tests, which showed deficiencies in some areas. However, the deficiencies aren’t enough to cause symptoms of this severity…”
Shouta swallowed thickly. He felt Hizashi tense up next to him too, gripping his hand tightly.
“Your husband and friend kindly filled me in with some of your symptoms. We have vomiting, migraine, severe pain in the hip area, we’ve also been told that you’re more emotional than usual… anything you like to add to that?”
He thought for a few seconds.
“I am more exhausted when I usually am.”
He felt himself blush at the next thought, turning to face the wall as he spoke. “My nipples have been feeling weird too.”
The doctor just nodded while scribbling on her notepad whereas Hizashi looked at him sympathetically. Still, Shouta would have preferred to not have said that in front of his husband (or anyone really).
“How’s that pain of yours?”
“Better… it’s still not gone, but more of an ache now.”
More nodding and scribbling.
“Okay, last question… has your libido changed in any way?” She seemed to take the two men before her flushing crimson red as a yes, scribbling away once more.
“I have a pretty good idea of what might be going on, but I’d still like to perform another exam, if that’s okay with you.”
Shouta just nodded. Soon, she was pressing on several areas of his abdomen. The prodding was uncomfortable, but bearable as long as she was not touching too close to his hips. Shouta just stared at the ceiling, stone faced, letting himself be manhandled. As a last step, she took a few measurements.
“Interesting. Looking at the chart from your last physical, your hip measurements have change by almost 2 cm.”
Shouta stared, and so did Hizashi. Should an adult body change so much? That could not be good. The doctor pulled up a small chair then, sitting next to the two of them.
“May I ask about your parents, Mr. Aizawa?”
So it was genetic? Shouta’s heart skipped a beat. This could not be happening. His hands kept shaking.
“Um… I…they… they died when I was very young, so I don’t really know… anything…” He stared right through her. This wasn’t really a topic he was comfortable talking about. Hizashi knew this and Shouta could feel him tense up next to him.
“I see. Well, Mr. Aizawa, I am only asking because what I am about to tell you has a genetic component most of the time. Since you don’t know much about your birth parents this will probably hit you a lot harder and very much unprepared, but I believe-”
“He’s dying, isn’t he?” Hizashi was already bawling by the time his worst fear formulated itself verbally.
Shouta just looked at him, dumbfounded. What was he to do? What was he to say? What if he really was-
“Oh no, no dear! It’s nothing like this. The contrary, in fact. I do belief your partner here is carrying your child.”
Something caused every single hair on Shouta’s body to stand up straight at that statement. His eyes widened; he was holding his breath. All the while, Hizashi had become so pale Shouta thought he might fall of his chair, fainting.
“I- but I- I am a man!” he blurted out. “I can’t be pre- pre- pregnant!”
“I am aware of your sex, dear. But you can be and, by what I have gathered so, I would say you most definitely are.”
“How?!”
“Well… it’s still quite rare but definitely not unheard of. It seems to be some sort of secondary quirk that’s most common with, but not limited to, mutant types. I have seen about 18 of such pregnancies in my career and let me tell you, you’re exhibiting all the classic symptoms. They usually come on a lot stronger than they do in females, since the male body needs to adjust more. The pain in your hips, for that matter, is quite literally growing pain. Men’s hips are too narrow to carry and birth a child, hence they need to adjust - especially in early pregnancy.”
Shouta felt the world begin to spin. A wave of nausea rolled over him and he quickly rolled onto his side, hand clasped over his mouth. Luckily, this seemed to jumpstart Hizashi out of his paralysis, because a kidney dish that had been left by his bedside appeared in front of him just as he threw up. He felt the blonde’s hand on his back, rubbing in soothing circles. His heart hammered against his ribcage.
He vaguely heard the doctor state that she would send a nurse to help them clean up and give them some time to digest everything. She’d be back with an ultrasound machine soon. Then the door clicked shut. Shouta was panting; it was hard to get enough oxygen all of the sudden.
“Shouta… Shou- come on I need you to calm down for me. Deep breaths, that’s it.” Hizashi gently placed both of his hands on his shoulders, lifting him up so he was laying fully on the bed again. “It’s gonna be okay Shou… it’s gonna be okay.”
Shouta clung to him like his life depended on it, fingers digging into Hizashi’s shirt. Words were heart to form. It took him another couple of minutes to find his voice.
“How- how are you so cool with this?!”
“I thought you were going to die… after Nemuri called me, I really thought I would lose you… I- I-… as long as you’re here I am okay with whatever else is happening… I think.”
Slowly, Hizashi sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled Shouta up, hugging him tightly. Shouta felt tears wet his shirt as he became aware that Hizashi too was trembling. He must have had a hard time worrying about Shouta. Watching is unconscious form, not knowing what was going on. Shouta's eart gave a squeeze thinking about Hizashi had believed he might loose his loved one.
“’zashi… it’s okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” He hugged him back and they ust set like that, buried in each other’s arms.
-
By the time the doctor came back an hour later, Shouta and Hizashi had calmed down somewhat.
“I’ll let you know that you don’t have to decide anything today, Mr. Aizawa. Just take in as much information as you can, then the two of you should go home and get some sleep.”
They nodded numbly. It did not seem to be the first time that she dealt with a situation like this.
“I will perform the ultrasound in a second. I just want you to know a few things first. Male pregnancies are fragile from start too finish compared to female once. Your body will only be able to adjust so much, so you could be at risk of losing the foetus at any stage of the pregnancy. Which is why, should you decide to continue, we’d have to put you on strict bedrest right now. Is that understood?”
He nodded again. Hizashi tightened his arm around Shouta. She seemed to wait a few seconds for them to formulate any questions, then moved on to prepare the ultrasound.
“Ah, there it is.” She pointed at something on the screen. Hizashi gasped as Shouta just stared. “You can already distinguish it’s head… judging by size and development you should be around eight weeks along…”
Hearing this tiny creature's heartbeat had Shouta sobbing uncontrollably into Hizashi’s shirt.
-
The sun was setting when they left the hospital. Shouta was still drowsy and in pain, carrying a bag of more painkillers (pregnancy save), anti-nausea medication and vitamins. Hizashi was clutching his hand for dear life.
They drove home in silence. Well, they were driven home by Nemuri, since Hizashi seemed to be in no condition to drive and Shouta was still heavily medicated. And not to forget pregnant as fuck.
Back home, Shouta went to bury himself under their blankets while Hizashi resorted to aimlessly pacing in the living room.
There, in their bed, surrounded by their smell and home, Shouta gently laid a hand over his stomach. A child… no… their child. He was carrying their child. He tried to imagine what it would be like, having a child around. He thought of little feet running around the apartment, toys and tiny clothing strewn about, of Hizashi gently humming lullabies. It was not the most unpleasant thought.
Shouta was not sure when exactly he had fallen asleep. By the time he woke up, the room around him was dark. It was also incredibly warm; Hizashi was snoring next to him, holding Shouta close. When had the blonde come to bed? Shouta looked at the other’s face, relaxed from sleep. He brushed a hand through his blond hair, enjoying Hizashi’s warmth.
“’zashi… are you awake?”
“…”
“’zashi?”
“Hmmm Shouta…” He was pressed even tighter to the other’s chest. A pause, then suddenly, Hizashi shifted. Shouta could hear his heartbeat quicken, felt his whole body tense up.
“Are you okay? Are you in pain?! Need anything?!” Hizashi did not seem to notice he was babbling.
“I’m fine. Just… let’s stay like this please.”
They laid in silence for a few minutes, just looking at each other.
When Hizashi spoke next, his voice was barely more then a whisper: “I’ll always be with you…”
Shouta just stared.
“No matter what you decide or what happens Shouta… I’ll stay right here, by your side.” His embrace tightened even more but Shouta could not help himself – he leaned up, pressing a kiss to the other’s lips.
“’zashi I think… no, I know… it would be illogical to keep it…” He could have sworn Hizashi’s heart just skipped a beat beneath the hand he had pressed to the other's chest.
“I can’t explain, but… I want to… I want to keep our child. I want to raise it with you. I want to have a life with you two… I want us to be a family.” Shouta felt tears run down his face as he was pressed into Hizashi’s chest. God damnit, he was crying enough for the next three years today.
He did not have to look; he could feel the smile radiating off Hizashi’s body. “Shouta… I’m so happy I think I might die.”
“Please don’t.”