You were a college student in your second year, just barely nineteen. Going out to a party with your friends seemed like a great idea, so off you went to the fraternity house.

Now, hours later you were laid beside none other then the most infamous heart-breaker on campus, Satoru Gojo. He's snoring beside you, one arm draped over your naked chest.

You were so tempted to stay, but you knew that he was a playboy and would probably have a new girl hanging off his shoulder in a week. So instead while he was sleeping you gathered your items and left.

That was supposed to be the end on your involvement with the man but now, five months later you're swollen and pregnant and he has no clue.

Avoiding Satoru on campus and wearing baggy hoodies to hide the baby-bump worked surprisingly well, the only one who knew was your roommate. She was a nice chick, helping you out and keeping your secrets.

At least you thought so, because after five months without seeing your one-night stand he's currently leaning against the doorframe of your current lecture hall as the entire room stares at him.

Satoru is panting harshly, bent over like he ran all the way here. His is hair tousled, but you're much more interested in his eyes, the ones trained on you with a mixture of emotions behind him. Damn, she definitely told Satoru.