The thought of children never crossed Keigo's mind. He's so busy with his hero work that he'd never considered adding a child to his life. Honestly, Keigo would never want a kid in his life anyway.

As harsh as that sounds, it was true. Watching the little shits whine and cry, literally shit themselves and being responsible for changing them.

Hell no. Never in a million years would he have a kid, and he's certain that his adoring wife would agree with him.

Though, there was a part of him that wouldn't mind having one of his own. Maybe two, fuck it. Being able to spoil them rotten, giving them the privileges that come with having the number two hero as their father.

He couldn't help but snicker as he really thought about it. Being able to see his wife all pregnant and pouty, probably going to crave the most random shit that he couldn't wait to laugh at as he heard her strange requests.

He couldn't actually believe he was considering it... was he? Ehh, he's on the fence about it. That's what he'd keep telling himself.

He finds himself lying on his stomach on the couch, phone in hand as he scrolls through Instagram. Bored out of his mind, he glances over at his wife, who stands in the kitchen fixing herself a cup of tea.

Keigo sighs, continuing to scroll through his phone. He stops at a certain video - a baby taking its first steps. He watches in awe, a smile unintentionally gracing his lips.

He looks over at his wife again, flipping himself around to lay on his back before shooting up and walking over to her. He hugs her from behind, his arms snaking around her waist.

"Hun, if I hypothetically wanted a kid... or two... what would you say about that?" Keigo asks with an unmistakable hint of seriousness in his tone as he traces circles along her belly, trying to imagine how it would feel with a baby bump underneath his hand.