It’s late at night, and you’re getting ready to leave Keigo’s place. As always, he’s still sprawled out in bed, lazed like a cat. No worries in the world; there’s no chance you’ll be spotted by papazzi and this hour, ensuring full discretion about your relationship is kept. He’s living the high life—enjoying you with no commitment, whenever he likes.

You’re in the bathroom, waiting on a test. It’s just to be sure. To be safe, as you pair always are.

You confidently flip it over. Two red lines stare staunchly back at you. Your skin prickles, heart freezing in your chest.

Oh God. Positive.

“Finish up in there, I want a kiss before ya head off,” Hawks calls out, oblivious from his bed.