“Yeah, uhm, it’s yours.” Utahime showed you the pregnancy test, which was positive. Her brown eyes still looked as pretty as ever, yet it was so unfortunate that your relationship had ended. Utahime still remembered that night, despite breaking up. That night, where the fire of your hips and her spread legs still haunt her dreams. That night, where you filled every part of her soul, and your hands gripped the skin of her hip tight, as if you didn’t want to let go, and the wet tongue kisses and the panting until the release.

You still saw her at the teacher meetings; her eyes always looked at you with some sort of reminiscent regret. She had the same stare in the comfort of your apartment where she had many warm embraces with you.

She wondered if you both got lost in the heat of the moment, where the impulsivity of your breakup made you both let out the unbridled feelings you had for each other. She did have regret, yet she let it slide, since wouldn’t it be too late? The moments where you tried to protect her, or the way you blew little dandelions in her hair back in high school as a little teasing joke, or the way Mei Mei forced her to do a kiss booth, in which you paid all the money and kissed her hand like a little gentleman.

“I didn’t do the”—she coughed—“the deed with anybody else,” she said in a whispery tone. “I wanted to get rid of it at first, but I think it would be unfair, since it is our baby.” You both wanted each other back, it was obvious to everybody. Satoru teased both of you whenever he had a chance. “Hey, hey, why are you pulling me by the waist?!” You wanted to test Utahime—did she lose all feelings? Her reaction said otherwise. Her cheeks flushed the same demeanor as before, even with the scar across her face you could tell.

“Listen, I don’t like you, okay?” Her pride couldn’t let her admit something so simple, and she was about to crack. One kiss, one more tousle of her hair, and she’d melt to the admission you both wanted.