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“So?”
“Negative,” Suguru announced with a feeble but relieved smile.
Shoko played a celebratory sound clip from her phone. Suguru chuckled and dropped the test stick into the bathroom trash.
He’d called Shoko just after 2 a.m. in a full-fledged panic. They met up and walked to the 24-hour convenience store, arms looped together as Suguru tried not to be sick. The box in hand earned Shoko judgemental looks from some nocturnal patrons. They likely assumed she was some careless, young girl ruining her life, unaware that it was for him.
Shoko yawned. “This is your third pregnancy scare this year, you know.”
“I know…” Suguru rubbed at his eye. “It's not my fault. Satoru will not stay off of me.”
Apparently, dating a college athlete meant dealing with a monstrous libido and insane stamina. Gojo Satoru was the dictionary definition of a horndog and lured Suguru into his bed several times a week to expend some of his energy.
There was not one surface in Satoru’s fancy apartment that Suguru hadn’t been nailed against. The hard part was not initiating sex. If Suguru even dared to grace him with a suggestive look, Satoru would have him on his back and folded in half before he could blink.
But in no way did Satoru ever make him doubt his love for him, he proved it every day. What they had was genuine.
Shoko looked deeply unimpressed with the blame game. “... Really? You expect me to believe you didn't have a hand in it?”
Suguru dodged her knowing gaze.
Truth be told, he wasn’t innocent either. He enjoyed teasing Satoru and getting him all riled up until he fucked him into the mattress (or whatever surface happened to be available. Last time, they’d knocked all the magnets off of the refrigerator).
Shoko thumped his forehead. “Birth control. Use it.”
Suguru bowed his head like a scolded dog.
It was a wonder how he’d narrowly avoided pregnancy all this time.
Satoru had a thing for creampies and Horny-Suguru had trouble denying him them, so it resulted in him popping Plan Bs like candy. Each trip to the clinic was becoming more humiliating than the last. Satoru happily provided the funds so they could keep going at it.
It was irresponsible, Suguru knew. And not very dependable.
He’d been reluctant to get a formal prescription for the pill, mainly because he wasn’t in the mood to get the whole run-around by the medical system as a trans man. But it was also because he lived with his incredibly invasive family.
He would not survive a conversation with his nosey younger sisters if they chanced upon his contraceptives. Nor if his parents caught wind. He was still a virgin, as far as they were concerned. He was supposed to be the good example.
An IUD or a birth control shot might be more subtle.
But maybe this was a sign to see his doctor… or at least introduce anal into his relationship, which he wasn’t opposed to. Satoru was enamored with Suguru's cunt (“Fuck, Suguru, your pussy is the best…”), but surely he'd have no complaints about his ass. He claimed that the very sight of Suguru's back dimples drove him crazy, so it’d be great news.
Suguru spent the night at Shoko’s and set up a doctor’s appointment once he was lucid enough. His negative test was a relief, but it didn’t explain away the nausea he’d been feeling for the past week or his missed period. He’d also noticed some tenderness when Satoru caressed his chest during cuddles. He made a note to bring these up during his next visit.
His phone pinged with a text from his boyfriend, which was just a question mark and then a frowny face. Suguru smiled before responding with ‘slept over Shoko’s’.
There was one upside to his impromptu meeting with Shoko. They were going to have a meetup later to make plans for Haibara’s birthday, a good friend of theirs. He was just there conveniently early.
Suguru accompanied Shoko to a local cafe around noon, where they rendezvoused with Utahime and Nanami. They shared a late breakfast and Shoko disappeared briefly, returning with a white box. She shushed anyone who asked her about it.
Once they made it back, Shoko placed it on the kitchen table and popped it open.
It was a half-dozen cupcakes with writing across them.
It’s a Boy Girl Negative!
Suguru laughed so hard he snorted. She must have stopped by a bakery. “Thank you.”
Nanami and Utahime were well-aware of his and Satoru’s close calls, however unenthused they were to hear about the latter’s sex life, so he didn’t feel embarrassed. Shoko radiated smug satisfaction as they nibbled on the sweets and discussed their plans.
Satoru showed up mid-planning, greeting everyone and bounding over to give Suguru a lingering kiss. “Hey, baby.”
Suguru made a disapproving sound. “Late as always, Satoru...”
“I had some things to deal with. But never mind that…” Satoru wiggled his fingers eagerly at the sight of desserts. At this point, they’d eaten enough cupcakes that he couldn’t make out the original words. “Cupcakes? What’s the occasion?”
“End of another shitty semester,” Utahime lied.
“Good enough for me.” Satoru plucked up one of the cupcakes and stuffed his mouth. They went back to planning. Nanami, being Haibara’s closest friend, was a massive help when it came to making decisions.
At one point, Satoru dismissed himself to the bathroom and Suguru busied himself with responding to texts from Nanako and Mimiko. A couple minutes passed and then there was the sound of things clattering in the bathroom.
“What in the hell?” Shoko murmured from her place by the open window.
Suguru’s fingers paused mid-text, calling out. “Satoru?”
Satoru emerged from the bathroom, his eyes wide. “Who's pregnant?”
Suguru’s heart leapt into his throat and the urge to vomit was back fullforce, for an entirely new reason. Oh, shit.
Why didn’t he count on his boyfriend opening the trash bin?
“Why are you snooping in the trash, you grade-A freak?” Shoko deflected, unphased.
“Huh?! I wasn’t snooping in the trash, thank you. I was using it and the box was staring right at me. Then I saw the stick and… Well, we know Utahime doesn’t get any, so…” He inhaled sharply before looking at his suspiciously quiet boyfriend. “Sugu—”
“It’s mine,” Shoko interrupted with a listless wave as Utahime fumed. Nanami looked deeply appalled at his behavior. “Not that it’s any of your business and leave Utahime alone.”
Satoru's initial reaction was to send Shoko a doubtful look. “Yours... Really?”
“Yup.”
Suguru stared at the table, unseeing. His lips were white from how hard he was pressing them together.
Satoru twisted his mouth. “I thought you were a lesbian.”
Shoko kicked him in the shin, causing him to yelp. “Some girls have dicks too, idiot. I don't care about genitals any more than you do. Be less ignorant.”
“Ow, fuck. What about that?” Satoru shot a pointed look at the cigarette in her hand.
Shoko arched an eyebrow. “It’s negative.”
Satoru scrunched his nose at her, displeased. “Hmph.”
“Who else would it belong to, Gojo? I live alone, remember?”
Satoru’s bright eyes flicked over to Suguru before he seemed to think better of it and looked back. Suguru ground his teeth together, fighting not to lose his composure.
An agonizing silence passed.
Satoru shook his head, scratching at his scalp. “Fine, alright. Congratulations or too bad or whatever.”
“Thank you,” Shoko said curtly, taking another drag of her cigarette.
Satoru snatched another cupcake, getting crumbs on the floor as he bit into it. He chewed and chewed and then swallowed. “I could have sworn it was positive, though.”
“What?!”
The table rattled with Suguru’s sudden movement as he stood up. The others regarded him with concern.
If Satoru was anything, it was abnormally perceptive and Suguru had trouble believing he’d make a mistake with those sharp eyes of his. He moved to the bathroom with urgency, opening the trash can and plucking out the test from earlier to squint at it.
The second line was very, very faint but it was there. “Fuck!”
Fuckfuckfuck.
How did he miss that? Could it be that he didn't wait long enough? Or perhaps it was faulty? It had been 2 a.m, maybe he misread it.
But that didn't matter now, he'd given away who the test truly belonged to and Satoru was hovering in the doorway with a complex expression.
Suguru sucked in a deep, steadying breath.
“Satoru… Can I talk to you in private?”