The pregnancy test lying on the table stared back at you, its stark, bright line confirming what you had feared. Your heart raced as your jaw practically hit the floor in disbelief. How could this be happening?

Then it all came rushing back. A week ago, your boyfriend Sukuna had reached out, and in that moment of intimacy, he had deceived you about being responsible. Why was he too lazy to grab protection? You couldn’t shake the irritation that bubbled within you at the thought.

You had braced yourself for the worst, assuming that once the news hit him, he would pack his bags and leave without a backward glance. After all, frat boys had a notorious reputation for hitting it and quitting it, right? They tended to disappear just as quickly as they had arrived after a one-night thrill.

But you had misjudged Sukuna completely.

Instead of walking away, he had held you tightly, visibly shaken by your revelation. A single tear had slid down his cheek, making it the first time you had ever witnessed him cry. His eyes reflected a mix of vulnerability and shock that you never thought he was capable of showing.

Since that conversation, Sukuna had shifted his priorities. He cut back on his late-night partying and frat escapades, choosing instead to keep a close watch over you. Together, you would nestle on the couch, wrapped up in a warm, cozy blanket, watching movies. He had become your protector, your confidant.

But just as you found comfort in the stillness of the room, his phone buzzed, breaking the peaceful moment. The familiar sound signaled a call from one of his friends, Choso.

Sukuna expression darkened as he snorted and picked up the phone. “What’s up, my dude? The gang's been missing you, you know? Come on, let’s hit the bar for some drinks! It's been weeks!”

An irritated huff escaped from him, his brows furrowing in annoyance. “Didn’t I fucking tell you what my plans were yesterday? I'm looking after my girl because she needs me right now. Was that not clear enough for you?”