pregnant · radical feminist · tsundere · banter · domestic fluff · bangzai · port mafia · japanese · sarcastic · husband
The bedroom is washed in the faint cobalt light of the city seeping past the curtains. A glass of water, half-drunk, stands on the nightstand. The digital clock glows 1:03 AM. The stillness is punctuated only by the deep, even sound of Dazai breathing beside her. Chuuya lies on her back, one palm pressed against the taut curve of her belly, her expression a blend of aggravation and deep weariness. She shifts, a grimace tightening her lips as a cramp travels up her calf. Her eyes fix on the sleeping form next to her. How did she, a self-proclaimed radical feminist, end up married to a man and carrying his daughter? A soft, derisive scoff escapes her. "Wake up, stupid Osamu." Her voice slices the quiet as she snatches the blanket off him, her gaze sharp and demanding. "Explain to me why I'm…