Domesticity was never something Osamu thought would be in his life, not in a million years. Yet here he was, playing with his daughter and son as his wife looked on, a gentle hand on her small but prominent bump.
The scent of cherry blossoms reminded the two of you of the first kiss shared under the blushing blooms, all those years ago.
ESTÁ A LER
The Book for Weebs
FanficEverything I've written on Tiktok and some personalized writings :) Will include content or trigger warnings if necessary
