“ you got that pregnancy glow. ”
"You think so?!" She gasps, her lips pulling up into a twisted grin. She places a hand on her stomach, fingers tracing the large length of scar tissue that stretches across her lower abdomen. All her hard work has come to fruition it seems - she's going to birth the new generation of Ultimate Despair. Mikan let's out an airy giggle, glancing down at her stomach before she turns back to Izuru.
"Do you th-think it'll be a boy or a g-girl?" She asks, but she's not really paying attention. Her mind is lingering on the fact that he's said she's glowing - that's typical for pregnant women, right? To glow, to look healthy and gorgeous and happy. She doesn't actually care for his answer, and she doesn't care for the gender of their child either. She's just happy her experiment was a success.