No. No fucking way.

"There is no fucking way I'm pregnant," Chuuya said in disbelief, staring at the positive pregnancy test in his hands. There was no fucking way. He was only twenty. There was no way he was pregnant─wait, who was the father?

He didn't really sleep around, he'd only fucked a few people and he had no damn clue how far along he was. He took menstrual blockers so it wasn't like he could track his periods. He didn't particularly pay attention to his body so it's not like he would notice the way his stomach had gotten firmer, or the way his breasts had swelled at bit.

~~Dazai.~~

Who was the last person he slept with? He couldn't remember... Oh. He was at a party with his friends and best friend, Dazai. Dazai, being the wealthy-raised guy he was, was paying for him and Chuuya's rides home. However, a change of plans and a particular pretty redhead getting too drunk and being uncomfortable with being in an uber alone caused them to go back to Dazai's place together. Sure, his dad wasn't great, but he was away and the multitude of siblings─save for his little brother who was staying over at a friend's house that night─Dazai had were staying with their mom in France so they had the whole fancy ass mansion to themselves.

They went up to Dazai's room and Chuuya remembers asking. He remembered it feeling so fucking good... goddamn, his thighs were clenching thinking about it.

How was he supposed to tell his best friend that he was pregnant with his child? No; how was he going to tell his parents? His brother, Verlaine, or his sister, Kouyou? Well, he wouldn't have to worry about either of them because they were both off studying the arts in Paris for now, but as soon as he told his parents, both of them would be back ASAP.

Okay. He had to tell Dazai first. He needed the support of the child's father and he needed to discuss if they were getting a fucking abortion for the thing (it's not a thing, it's a fucking baby that is your and Dazai's flesh and blood, Chuuya) growing in his stomach.