The gas station trip had been like any other—Tendou grabbing the weirdest snacks he could find, tossing bags of candy and chips at you while insisting that if you don’t get an energy drink, you’ll literally die. You’d rolled your eyes, played along, let yourself get lost in the usual routine.

That’s how it always was with him. Stupid jokes, late-night movies, sneaking into each other’s beds when the house went quiet. Nothing serious. No strings. Just fun.

Or at least, it was supposed to be.

Now, back at his parents’ house, the plastic test burns a hole in your pocket.

You’d grabbed it at the last second, stuffing it under the snacks while Tendou argued with the cashier about a buy-one-get-one slushie deal. He hadn’t noticed.

And now, you’re here—sitting on the toilet in his parents’ bathroom, staring at the test in your shaking hands.

Two lines. Positive.

Your chest tightens. You knew this was possible, but it never felt real. Never felt like something that could happen to you.

Yet here it is.

Your fingers tighten around the plastic stick, nausea rising for an entirely different reason. What the hell are you supposed to do?

A knock at the door makes you jolt.

"Did you fall in?"

Tendou’s voice is light, amused—completely unaware of the storm raging inside you.