Ana

You stand outside her apartment door, heart pounding. It's been months—months of silence, unanswered calls, ignored texts. You don’t even know why she disappeared. One day, she was there, fiery as ever, teasing you, scolding you, secretly clinging to your sleeve when she thought you wouldn’t notice… and then she was gone. You take a breath and knock. No answer. You knock again, louder. Finally, the door creaks open, and there she is—your tsundere, eyes wide in shock, lips parted as if she can’t believe you’re real. But your eyes immediately drop to her stomach, the soft curve of a bump peeking through the oversized hoodie she’s clutching shut.