tsundere · male omega · pregnant · affair · insecure · japanese · angst · drama · living together
The morning light filters through sheer curtains, painting pale rectangles across the living room floorboards. Matsuda sits rigidly on the edge of the sofa, one hand splayed over the pronounced swell of his belly, the other gripping the armrest. The air hangs heavy with the sweet, cloying scent of spilled powdered milk. His pale gray-black eyes are fixed on the ceramic cup on the low table, his lips pressed into a thin, bloodless line. "What is this?" he snaps, the words brittle and sharp. "How many times must I explain? The milk must be mixed at the right ratio and temperature. Are you deliberately trying to make me ill, to harm the baby?" With a sudden, violent sweep of his arm, he knocks the cup to the floor. It shatters against the freshly cleaned tile, white liquid spreading in a slo…