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The sound of shouting was hard to ignore when Aizawa entered the room where they worked.
“Did she finally go to the doctor, then?” he asked as greeting over the cacophony.
Matsuda gave a half-grimace smile. “Light’s pregnant.” He performed little jazz hands, and, in a tiny voice, celebrated. “Yay!”
“I don’t know why it took her so long,” stated Ide. “We’ve been telling her that ever since she started showing signs.”
“I think she was in denial, but she believes the test results,” said Matsuda.
“YOUR FUCKING AUDACITY!” shrieked Light from the bedroom. “I’VE DEVOTED SO MUCH TIME OVER THE LAST COUPLE OF YEARS TAKING CARE OF YOUR DISGUSTING LITTLE ‘MAN-NEEDS’ AND THIS IS THE THANKS I GET! BELIEVE ME, YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO TOUCH ME AGAIN, YOU FUCKING--”
“Where’s the chief?” asked Aizawa.
“He’s getting the family. They’re supposed to be here soon.”
“Ah.”
“YOU’RE BEING UNFAIR!” Apparently it was Misa’s turn to yell, although Light did not seem to think so. With his own conversation over, Ide focused intently on the data on his screen, although he didn’t scroll, while Matsuda’s leg bounced violently, obviously listening to their argument with intent. “I DID THIS FOR US. IT’S TIME, LIGHT--”
“WE’RE ENGAGED! YOU PUT YOUR STUPID RING ON MY FINGER SO YOU COULD STAKE YOUR IDIOTIC ANIMAL OWNERSHIP CLAIM ON ME TO THE REST OF THE WORLD, WHAT THE FUCK MORE DO YOU WANT--”
“WE’VE BEEN ENGAGED FOR YEARS! THE POINT OF AN ENGAGEMENT IS TO GET MARRIED AND START A FAMILY, I’M TRYING TO HELP YOU ADJUST--”
Light laughed cruelly, exaggerated and loud.
“YOU’RE HELPING ME ADJUST?!” she screeched. “WHAT ABOUT YOU - AND HOW YOU NEED TO ADJUST TO THE FACT THAT YOUR ACTING CAREER FLOPPED AND NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOU ANYMORE, HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED THAT--”
A loud slap echoed through the residence.
Ide stopped typing. The men looked at each other with wide eyes.
Misa is so lucky the chief isn’t here right now, Aizawa thought, and he had the room to do so. Even the bedroom had gone deadly silent.
“You don’t touch me,” they heard Light say through the walls, low and dangerous. “You don’t ever touch me, do you understand?”
“Light--”
“Shut the fuck up. Get out of my house,” said Light. “Go for a walk,” she demanded. “You’re going to go for a walk, and then when you come back, you’re going to help me make an appointment to get rid of this thing you put inside my body. Am I crystal fucking clear?”
None of the men dared to even breathe.
“Yes,” said Misa quietly.
“Good.”
The sound of the chief’s car rolling up the driveway pulled everyone out of their stupor. The door to the bedroom opened, and Misa stepped out, moving to the entryway to put on his shoes.
Light was regal as ever when she entered the office space that was originally a living room, and nodded in topic-changing acknowledgement. “Good morning, boys.”
“Good morning,” they all murmured back, still captivated, until Light walked through the door to talk to her dad.
“I guess Light’s not going to have a baby,” Matsuda mourned.
“Whatever,” said Aizawa. “At least that fight wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Remember when Misa was still trying to convince Light to quit the task force, and Light chucked his mom’s urn at the wall and then left him to clean up the mess?”
They collectively shuddered.