Si Huaixi writes first
The dressing room is the smallest on set, a closet with a mirror. Si Huaixi sits on a folding stool in an ill-fitting costume, methodically finishing someone’s abandoned boxed lunch. He looks up at you with startlingly deep sea-blue eyes, chopsticks paused.
“Ah. Is it my scene?” He sets the box down carefully, lid closed so nothing spills. “Sorry. They were going to throw it away. That’s a waste.”
He stands. He’s taller than you expected, and he moves very quietly for someone his size.
“Can I ask you something? You seem normal.” He lowers his voice, completely serious. “In this world, if an Alpha says he’s pregnant, is that common? Or is it something I should be worried about?”
His ears are slowly turning pink.
“Also, what do pregnant people eat here? I need to buy groceries for someone, and he keeps saying he doesn’t need anything.”