Yuji’s always been mesmerized with you. He loved your hair, your eyes, your contagious laugh, even how you slept. What he didn’t and couldn’t love, however, was your everlasting empathy towards him. He always felt he could be better, always drove himself further and further past his limits just to be strong enough. Strong enough to protect, to keep, or even just be. But you always stopped that mentality. You always hugged him from behind in the mornings, shirt slipping off your shoulder and still groggy with sleep, but kissing your boyfriend’s warm and solid body against yours. You didn’t even want to put on clothes after the night before, and he clearly left an impression on you, because you were tugging him back with a gentle laugh. You always bought him his favorite things, and because he’s only growing more and more, you made sure it was in bulk.
Even with your smaller job, he got paid good enough to keep the shared apartment up, especially now that you two were in your early 20’s. He’s still a sorcerer, but he did well with his trauma and found a person he once adored from way back in middle school, rekindled those feelings, and got you wrapped around his finger. He always bought the flowers you liked to present in the vase on the table, not wanting thank you’s and awe’s and any real, big reaction. He just wanted you to acknowledge their beauty as he does yours. He was smitten, he was starved, he was pining. He already had you, but it wasn’t enough!! He was obsessed with how you felt during intimacy, engrossed in your sounds and expressions, how your back bowed invertedly in hopes to escape the overwhelming pleasure he pushed into you. He also pushed something far deeper into you.. deeper than any basic surface tension or shallow horniness. His kin, something deep in his conscientiousness, forged a nasty, primal need.
And so he did it.
After one night, he returned from the bathroom with a small wet rag, ready to clean you up. But there he saw you lie, head tossed back and still breathy, arm over your eyes from the big light. With your full body on display, he was a bit frozen, eyeing your heaving chest to your curling toes. So you still felt it, hm? He hadn’t meant to go raw, but he ran out of rubbers and wasn’t wasting your ovulation at the store, so he just went all out. He wasn’t usually rough or demanding or any of the sort, but seeing his seed oozing down your slit and to the sweat-stained sheets had his body locked up. The towel was dropped, and a second round was pursued. You persevered despite exhaustion. And despite you both saying you wanted ultimate stability and trust for this kind of thing, what felt like a bucket of cum dumped into you was now… stuck. And growing something else. Something else, entirely!!! You hold a test, mortified one morning, and Yuji goes from shock to… not-shock. He wasn’t surprised - after all, he tapped during your ovulation, and now, there’s proof of his love for you. His plan all along - he was a bit giddy! He instantly reassured you that you both can keep it a secret until a bump shows, and so, preparations gradually eased their way into your apartment. Nothing material just yet, but he was extra loving and careful, and you began seeing a lot more baby stuff on your social media.
You had a few carts of items lined up, but decided you’d wait a little. And so, month after month passed. The first trimester was all bark no bump. Your nipples fucking hurt and so did your shifting body, boobs swelling and beginning to produce, but not quite yet. You were a lot more sensitive and hated how you felt in the mornings, and even sometimes throughout the day. Yuji was always there, the doting, loving boyfriend. On the surface, he was. In reality, he’d grown more possessive and mature about this than ever, constantly holding or eyeing your abdomen. He loved knowing you’d eventually swell more there, and while he loves your tits, he can’t help but tease you with their tenderness.
Yuji’s plan worked, and even if he didn’t wanna admit it, the domesticity of this situation made him whole again. The second trimester came slow, because finally, a bump would begin to form. And wow, did you swell fast! It went from a tiny bit of what could’ve been bloating, to a very large and noticeable difference in size. It wasn’t all the way present, but that baby was alive and kicking! Your doctor’s appointments got switched from normal to Shoko, and she wasn’t exactly a pro, but she was able to check for any cursed energy that might alter your body. Sadly, it probably would, and the chanced were high with a 70/30%. Yuji hated that. He felt he’d tainted you with a burden, and that the transition might hurt you. But you actually… leaned into it pretty easily. You finally told Nobara and Fushiguro by the 6th month, right before your third trimester, and they just looked… mortified.
“Yuji? That’s your baby daddy?” She asked with disappointment, and Fushiguro just huffed something exasperated, as if he’d expected Yuji to be as stupid as to knocking his precious woman up.
”You’re supposed to be careful, jackass.” He murmured, but nonetheless embraced you both, and you felt grateful that his friends supported it.
Nobara became the first big aunty. She was absolutely crawling over you, more doting than Yuji if anything, buying lots of necessary items.
She was honestly a big help, now that you guys were actually nesting!
The third trimester started, and Yuji was sent on a long mission for the first few days, which set off your hormones like crazy. You genuinely felt like the world was gonna end without him, and because he gave up intercourse now that your bump was here, you were literally suffering. You felt like he didn’t love you, he didn’t want you anymore, and that sadness quickly went to anger. So when he returned, his first obstacle was putting his bag down, taking his shoes off, and… facing the wrath of his insanely hormonal and very pregnant lover. Even as you cried and demanded he answered your demands for clarity, he just tugged you closer like he always did when he got home, and kissed three places: your temple, forehead, then your lips. Soft and welcoming if you’d just stop trying to talk between them. Soft and welcoming, he kissed deeper. Slower. Made sure you felt and tasted every drop and ounce of his wanton. And you did, pulling back with bated breath and glassy eyes. Still caught up in your emotions. He couldn’t help but exhale, a smile gracing his tired lips, and scooping you up like you weighed nothing - just to remind you he was and is still the strongest, and under no circumstances would he have fallen out of love for the incredible hospitality your body is giving his child. He made love to you that night, gentle and gingery on your side, lifting your leg and whispering something sweet into the shell of your ear. He was truly a romantic at the end of the day, and a bit goofy, because he softened you right back up to your beautiful, malleable state.
And as the final month threw you both into a final week, and then a final, yet unsuspecting day, you guys got the overnight bags packed, and laid together calmly. You had no idea that it would be so soon, but as you wake up the next morning and get up for a bit of coffee—hoping to at least get your daily caffeine intake before the day killed you with this kid kicking—you notice something. He kicked lower at first, but now, it’s up! He’s dropped, and you hadn’t picked up until now. Yuji always talked against your rounded belly and kissed the now-outstretched marks adorning your bump, he found that difference today, as well. It was around noon when he returned for lunchtime, luckily having an easy schedule today. You guys were in the kitchen, laughing at something stupid and proof that 24 is still young, until.. a gush. You stood there, face frozen with the smile you once had laughing, and your head cranks down… slowly.
Yuji looked the same - kinda. His eyes widened, and you both exchange glances between your now wet floors and each other’s expressions, and for some odd reason… began to laugh. It wasn’t the cute, shocked ones most people did in awe of the moment, but loud, heart, boisterous laughs that had Yuji holding his stomach. What a random time to arrive, this baby! You knew not to panic, instead changing into something more manageable for the doctors and stretching one last time for good measure, as you have been for months. Yuji helped you open your hips a litttttllleee more, and as you finished up and cleaned up, he collected the bag and called Shoko to let her know the baby would be arriving in a few hours. He was still a bit jumpy and rather nervous, but a good anxiousness flooded his body and oddly enough would produce a fuck ton of dopamine, making him all giddy and excited. You both did a good job preparing, and now came the… annoying part. Dilations. It didn’t hurt the first few hours, so you and Yuji took a walk. Every now and then, if it transitioned into a different size, you’d grumble or stop to hold your bump irritably. He helped you walk by then. Walking is very useful for keeping the body up and able; keeping you from losing your goddamn mind. When you got to 7cm dilated, Yuji finally got Ijitchi for a ride to the labor room, and boy were you hurting! Your cervix was trying to split itself in half, and you were lucky you did all of those stretches, or else you would’ve been crying in pain. Yuji’s hand has never been gripped harder. By now, it’s in the afternoon, and Nobara is already at the doctor’s room waiting patiently.
Now here you are, opened up for the world to see, feeling absolutely disgusted by this position. Yuji was to your left, holding your hand tightly and kissing your temple, well-prepared for whatever the hell is about to come out of you.
Skipping the true horrors of birth, it was midnight when that little devil creature finally got squeezed out of you—it is your first child, after all—and you find,
It’s a human alright, and it’s a girl!
Yuji looked… mesmerized. He tended to you first, wiping sweat from your forehead and tears from your flushed cheeks, gently gliding your mussed hair back as the doctor guided a now-clean and squirming, living little thing into your arms. You coo and stroke the small, soft cheek of your little girl, and her wails ease into something akin to harmony with your heaving chest. After a few minutes of analyzing and getting her properly swaddled, Yuji is passed the baby, and he began to cry. He wept for this little things.. being. Her mere existence made him both a father and a family, and he kissed her little forehead or temple too, just as he did for you.
Yuji’s always been mesmerized with you. He loved your hair, your eyes, your contagious laugh, even how you slept. He also loved mini-you. She was adorable and giggly and sweet, and was the perfect mix between you both. But what he most-noticed..
She has your hair, your eyes, and such a contagious laugh. Seeing you both curled in bed together made him fulfilled; Yuji has a new purpose, and a true reason to be the strongest. He has a family.
A/n: my bad guys I needed something to post, so here’s a sloppy idea of how Yuji and you delve through parenthood.
