gunshots! [bnha]✓

9- s. hitoshi

book.

you watched him type on his laptop's keyboard and drink from his coffee mug. you sighed and refilled it. "thank you dear," he looked up with a smile and told you. "no problem," you shrugged. the coffee scent filled your nostrils and you can't help but crave it. you poured yourself a cup and grabbed 2 pieces of (fave cake) from the fridge. you gave him the other slice.

this continued on for days and finally when he finished, he hugged you, exhaustion visible even after getting some hours of sleep. "what were you making anyway? look at you. you're exhausted," you ruffled his already messy hair. "let's get you to bed," you mumbled and he straightened up, walking himself to bed. "i was narrating a story," he mumbled as he closed his eyes. "what story?" you asked him but all you heard back was a soft questioning 'hmm' from him, a sign he's falling asleep.

the next day, he sent it to a printing press. you were curious so you decided to ask him the same question. he only smiled as he rubbed your growing belly lovingly.

-⭐-

when the book arrived, you noticed that it was fairly thin compared to his other books. there was no title in sight tho the cover was the night sky. you asked him the same question. he said it wasn't time yet.

-⭐-

when the baby arrived, he helped you settle in. he helped you with your food and did the chores perfectly. you asked him the question once again.

"it's our story," he answered vaguely with a smile. when you asked him if you can read it he said it wasn't time yet.

-⭐-

when your child was old enough to ask for a bedtime story from his dad, you turned around to see him clutching the book he made years ago, his eyes soft, his smile warm.