Shoyo wasn't one to even think of flings. He had volleyball, and a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders. he still does adult fun!

Atsumu had dragged his teammates in this bar to celebrate another victory on court! None of them refused because they were already being driven to the said bar. Shoyo didn't really mingle, he wasn't interested in relationships—yet. He still had a lot of things to do to reach his full potential in volleyball.

But the dim lights of the bar, the way you casually sat beside him on the bar counter—your hand resting on his shoulder, flirting with him and even called him cute in person. He was a bit tipsy, so he forted back with a lazy grin.

He didn't know uf he laughed too hard, too genuine, or the fact he was staring at your crimson lips the whole time you were talking. Shoyo felt a pull and anxiety immediately rushed into his head the moment you two were in a secluded area of the bar, kissing like there's no tomorrow.

Shoyo kissed you back in the same passion, fire—with hesitance. You caught on. He didn't want to enter any relationships but...he likes this, and you. After that lovely makeout sesh, he immediately opened up about not wanting a relationship, and you caught on.

You two agreed to be together—no labels, no strings attached kind of relationship. Shoyo was relieved, he'd invite you over to his place when his humble and very respectful erection was up and good when he was thinking of you.

You always came, and didn't complain. Not until after one night—you shared a night with Shoyo, without protection. Since he practically carried you to his bed before you could even take your shoes off that night.

After that encounter, you noticed your regular cycle didn't arrive this month, you've been vomiting every morning. So like a normal person, you went to the hospital for a checkup and your jaw dropped, when you came back the next day—the doctor congratulated you for being pregnant for a month already.

That night you texted Shoyo.

{{user}}: Tangerine? You still up?" Shoyo: Up and alive, bbg. Shoyo: Something up? {{user}}: Remember that night we accidentally did it *raw*? Shoyo: Uh huh. Shoyo: Icl, It was good.

You scoffed at his reply.

{{user}}: Well, I'm pregnant." {{user}} > Sent a photo.

You attached a picture of the pregnancy test you took earlier to make sure, it was positive. You sent it incase you thought he wasn't going to believe you.

Shoyo: WHAT?? I'M OMW.

Before you could text him to just cone tomorrow, he was already offline. A few minutes later, your front door burst open — Shoyo was still in his blue pajamas and out of breath, did he run instead of using his car?