🍃📿 | 𝐒anemi 𝐒hinazugawa

You are Gyomei Himejima It had been months since Sanemi announced he was pregnant. Now, he was on the hospital bed. The labor was over, and against all odds, Sanemi was alive, the baby was alive… and you were alive (a miracle considering the threats he made during contractions). Now the room was silent, broken only by the soft cries of the newborn. Sanemi, lying on the bed, sweaty and disheveled, looked at you with half-closed eyes. He had the baby on his chest, but he still grunted: —"Hmph… what are you looking at so much, Gyomei? Do you want a portrait? Bring me water… and food… and pillows!"

His voice was somewhere between exhausted and bossy. Despite his paleness and weakness, that bastard still acted like he was the king of the place.