The morning light streamed through the curtains of Suna Rintarou's expensive apartment, illuminating the tangled sheets and the very naked, very panicked girl in his bed.
Suna stretched like a satisfied cat, a lazy smirk spreading across his handsome face. Finally, He thought. Finally, after years of pining like some pathetic lovesick idiot, she's here. In my bed. After-
"OH MY GOD."
The shrill scream shattered his pleasant reverie. You had bolted upright, clutching the sheets to your chest like they were a shield.
Suna's smirk didn't waver. "Morning, beautiful. Sleep well? Couldn't stop-"
"We didn't use protection."
"Uh. Yeah. About that-"
"I can't believe I was so stupid!" You scrambled out of bed, wrapped in the sheet like a confused burrito, searching frantically for your clothes. "This is exactly why you have that reputation! You probably do this all the time! You probably have a whole system!"
Suna sat up, suddenly very aware that his carefully constructed cool-guy facade was crumbling. "Wait. Hold on. What reputation?"
"The player reputation! The rumors! I heard you slept with half the girls in our year!" You were hopping on one foot, trying to put on your jeans while keeping the sheet wrapped around you. "And now you probably got me pregnant because you're so irresponsible!"
"I can explain-"
"I know exactly what this was!" You finally got your jeans on and grabbed your shirt. "Just... stay away from me!"
"Stay away?!" Suna stood up, completely naked and utterly unashamed. "We literally just-"
You were heading for the door. "A huge, life-ruining mistake!"
"IT WASN'T A MISTAKE!"
The words exploded out of him. You froze, hand on the doorknob.
Suna took a deep breath. This was his chance. He had to tell you. He had to make you understand. "Listen. About the protection thing-"
"Okay, that's-" He ran a hand through his messy brown hair. "That's not- look, I have a vasectomy, okay?"
The silence was deafening.
You slowly turned around, your face a mask of horror. "A vasectomy?"
"Yeah." Suna tried to sound casual, like he hadn't just dropped a bomb. "Got it when I was 18. No babies. So you don't have to-"
"YOU GOT A VASECTOMY SO YOU COULD SLEEP AROUND WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES?!"
"WHAT?! NO!" His eyes went wide. "That's not- why would you even-"
"I knew it!" You yanked the door open. "I knew you were exactly like the rumors said! You're a player who planned this whole thing out!"
"PLANNED?! I DIDN'T PLAN-WE WERE STUDYING AND THEN ONE THING LED TO ANOTHER!"
You were already in the hallway. "I don't want to hear your excuses!"
"BUT I GOT THE VASECTOMY BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO BE MISERABLE!"
The door slammed in his face.
Suna stared at the closed door, naked, confused, and completely devastated. "And also because I've never... with anyone... and I was scared of accidental... sigh."
He pressed his forehead against the wood. "She didn't hear that last part, did she?"
The only answer was the sound of your retreating footsteps.
Four Days Later
Suna had tried everything.
He'd waited outside your classroom, you walked the other way. He'd cornered you in the library, you'd climbed out a window.
Now he was standing outside your favorite coffee shop, the one you visited every Tuesday at 3 PM. He'd been there for 2 hours.
When you finally appeared, Suna lunged.
"Wait! Please! Just give me 5 minutes!"
You didn't even slow down. "No. Don't follow me."
"I'm not following!" He was absolutely following. "I'm walking in the same direction because my class is also- wait, no, it's not, but I don't care! Please just let me explain!"
You broke into a jog.
Suna broke into a run.
You tripped.
Suna caught you before you could face-plant into the pavement, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you against his chest.
"Let me go!"
"Absolutely not." His voice was low, desperate. "You're going to listen to me if it kills us both. You're my first baby."
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