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>>45531809
>Keine's pregnancy, and Hana's birthday.
Anon…
… what fucking timeline are you on?

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With children, things never start big. It's always an ember that, unfortunately, starts the fire; "Keine-sensei!" I look at the student with her hand raised, the majority of the class focusing on their own cliques and drawing—it is their pause for drawing—and I approach. She looks like a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. Never a good thing.

"What is it, Fumiko-chan?" I ask, her brother—Daisuke—on the table by her side, trying his best to hold off his laughter.

This feeling… I sense impending doom—

"… Are you pregnant?"

Wha—

"WHAT?! Keine-sensei is pregnant?!" I hear the yell from behind me, the pepping tammy holding her cheeks with glitter in her eyes.

The whole class is now looking at me.

—What the—

"Wow! Keine-sensei is pregnant! Congrats—my mum is also pregnant; you can be pregnant friends!" Another student announces, raising her arms to the skies with a big smile.

"No, wait, I'm not—" OOF! A comet hits me, an excited boy putting his ear on my belly as if to listen for a baby and, as expected, he can only hear blood circulation—

"Wow, I can hear the baby! Congrats, Keine-sensei!” Not that a child could tell the difference… The fire is always small, but it can grow as fast as an ember on dry hay. The entire class, forgetting their drawings, rushed around me like a horde, a cacophony of shrieking voices congratulating me for my pregnancy or trying to listen to my blood circulating. Already red and growing angry with all the commotion, I'm about to yell for them to stop before a tiny voice somehow overlaps all the others.

"Wait—how did Keine-sensei get pregnant?"

Twenty pairs of eyes are over me, all laddered with confusion and expecting answers. I'm positively beet-red. "I-I… Uh… You see—"

"KEINE-SENSEI IS PREGNANT, NO MORE SCHOOL! HAHAHA!" I froze still when the yell echoes throughout the school's corridors, one of my more energetic students having left the classroom without me noticing and shouting that in the fucking corridor—worse of all, whispers start in the distance, and I can clearly discern my name—

This is getting out of hand! I need to do something! "Lis—"

"It was Ms. Yakumo, duh—she decided Keine-sensei should have a baby, and poof, Keine-sensei is pregnant—just like my mum." Someone says their theory, probably having heard similar things from that disgusting place run by the Gap Youkai—which I never ever placed a foot on!

"Wait, your mum is also pregnant?"

"I wonder if Ms. Yakumo can poof a baby in me too," a little girl says, holding her belly. Between rushing behind the boy still laughing in the corridors about the presumed lack of school days and this, my choice is made for me.

"NO! Don't even think about going near Yukari, okay?! You're too young for that!"

"Aw…"

“What about me? I’m three months older than her—”

“Only AFTER you’re 18!”

“Dammit.”

"So it is Ms. Yakumo—"

"No, it's not Yukari that is—GO AFTER HOMURA-KUN, PLEASE!" I yell at the classroom representative, who jumps like a scared cat, nods, and goes after the dumbass STILL yelling in the corridors. The whispers are loud, and I hear footsteps closing on my class. I'm sweating from nervousness, the kids talking lighting fast, and I'm just not able to accompany it all and— "L-Listen, I'm not—"

Strong arms lift me from the ground, and a lively laugh echoes through the classroom. Oh no… "KEINE, YOU DID IT! AHAHA! BEFORE ME, EVEN MORE! YOU'RE PREGNANT!" Mokou yells, her embrace crushing my ribs—cautious as to not squeeze my belly—her personality and loud voice rallying up the students even more with excitement and wonder, the girls talking with their heads on the clouds about pampering their teacher and accompanying close by the progress of my belly; the boys confusedly theorizing just how my pregnancy came to be.

My pregnancy that doesn't even fucking exist!

"I wish you weren't such an idiot and had told me—discovering it like this, from a snotty, annoying kid, is so anticlimactic! But I am just so happy for you, Keine! You, the one that always goes on and on about how you can never find a good man, becoming a mother!" Mokou puts me down, hands clasping my shoulders and the biggest smile on her face. "This gonna be so good, I'm gonna be an aunt! Who's the father, anyway?"

"Wow, who's the father?" A girl asks, excited about the prospect of a love story.

"Keine-sensei, Hagoromo-kun ran off to the village—he's still yelling about your baby!" The class representative returns, crying and shaking.

There's a crying child; all my other students are commemorating or confused about my pregnancy; the school already knows it, and the whole village will know it in minutes—even Mokou somehow got into this monumental mess…

I'm pale as a ghost, trembling and cold sweating with just how quickly this fire went from an ember to a full-on nuclear explosion—

“Wait… I can hear two babies! You're gonna have twins!” An overexcited kid yells, ear on my belly.

Mokou's eyes glow like stars, smile wide.

Oh, fuck off…