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Hibino Kafka

Literally has no clue what you are talking about. Is this what normal couples tell each other? It started off as a harmless prank, but the pure confusion in his eyebrows and the curve of his mouth trying to form the right words are priceless. The poor man is lost, please clue him in, I am begging you.

“Ugh, sometimes I wish I could get you pregnant,” you say casually as you pick at your bento box. Kafka inhales sharply at your comment and starts choking on air.

“You what?” He thinks he’s misheard you, but you shrug and fiddle your chopsticks nonchalantly.

“Yeah, like I wish you could be the pregnant one, y’know?”

His brain flashes several math equations around, like he’s trying to crack the code. “How would that even be possible? Aren’t you supposed to be the one who gets pregnant?”

You break your casual façade and break into laughter, nearly falling off the bench you shared. Kafka starts slowly laughing with you, still not understanding your request.

“Never mind, I was just joking,” you say and start getting up, but he grabs your wrist.

“Wait, do you think I’d look cute pregnant?” You bite your lip and try your hardest to suppress your laugh.

“You’d be the prettiest pregnant man ever.”

Hoshina Soshiro

It will never be a dull day with you, and Hoshina has known that from the start. It’s rare for you to throw him off, but every now and then, you manage to keep him on his toes.

“Some days I wish I could get you pregnant.” You’re laying on the couch, tossing a tennis ball up in the air as Hoshina finishes up this week’s payroll. His pen immediately stops moving at the period of your sentence.

“I beg your pardon?” He asks, his violet eyes flickering up to your resting state. You continue tossing the ball and catching it.

“Yeah, y’know how male seahorses get pregnant? Like that,” you explain. “How is it fair that biologically only you can get me pregnant.”

Hoshina pinches the bridge of his nose, but he lets out a small chuckle. “Darling, did the Kaiju fumes get to you again? I keep telling you to wear your mask during missions,” he scolds you, and you sit up defensively.

“I’m being serious!” You launch the green ball in his direction, and he catches it effortlessly, tossing it back to you. “I want to get you pregnant!”

Hoshina rises from his desk, saunters over to you, and pins you to the couch.

“Well, that’s too bad. Guess I’ll have to be the one to get you pregnant,” he grins and winks at your sudden flustered face.

Ichikawa Reno

 Not as clueless as Kafka, but he doesn’t know how to proceed exactly. He knows you can’t be for real (or can you?), but he’s at a crossroads: indulge you or ask you to explain the joke.

“Guys, what does it mean when your girl says she wants to get you pregnant?” Reno asks one night during bath hour.

Iharu whips his head around at him and raises an eyebrow. “She wants to get you pregnant?”

Reno nods and rubs the back of her neck. “She said it before our mission today, and I have no idea what it means.”

Haruichi ponders the question. “Are you sure she didn’t say she wants you to get her pregnant?”

Reno’s face turns pink at his words, and now he feels bad about making you the topic of locker room talk. “I swear she said she wants to get me pregnant.”

Iharu bursts into laughter, clutching his stomach with one hand as he throws up the other to dap up Reno. “Dude, she’s a keeper. Don’t ever let her go.”

Haruichi and Aoi glance at each other first then nod their heads back at Reno in agreement.

Well, that was clearly no help.

Narumi Gen

Narumi made one mistake, and that was challenge your determination. When you declare your desires to impregnate him, he simply laughs and brushes you off.

“Okay, what if I beat you at this level? Then?”

“Then what? It’s physically impossible, babe. Besides, you couldn’t beat me even if you tried,” he scoffs and pulls you into his crossed lap as you sit together on his futon.

“Oh yeah? If you’re so certain I’m gonna lose, then you have nothing to worry about,” you retort smugly, and even though your back is towards him, he can hear the lilt in your voice.

“Fine. You’re on. But if I win, I get to get you pregnant,” he wagers. You grin and make yourself comfortable in his lap. “You’re on.”

It takes 20 minutes, but you land the final blow to his character, and the screen declares you the all-mighty winner. Narumi’s jaw drops to the ground as you do a small victory dance in his lap.

“I win! I win! I win! You’re getting pregnant now—hey!” You yelp when he wraps his arms around your torso and falls onto his back, your spine pressed onto his frontside.