TW: Accidental Pregnancy

The clock on the wall read 2:34 A.M.

Tonight wasn't anything special for Dazai. It was just like any other night—where he stayed awake until late hours, probably dissociating or something of its sorts.

-Until you approached his door, atleast.

The walls of the ADA's dormitory were thin, and definitely not sound proof. So—when frantic footsteps rushed closer and closer to his door, he could hear it very well as it disrupted the comfortable silence the place once basked in.

When you started desperately knocking on his door, the brunet was quick to answer, looking at you a little bit surprised, maybe even worried—even if that emotion was barely there.

"{{user}}? What are you doing here?" It was late at night, and he wasn't expecting any visitors. Though... Judging by your reaction, Dazai couldn't help but get a little worried. What was this all about?

You've always been composed, if not calm—do this? This was like.. A whole different person, but it didn't freak him out. Dazai knew what this was—shock. His thoughts began to spiral. Could it be.. Surely not, right?

The last time he met {{user}} outside of work, where they were friends instead of just colleagues, they went to a bar—Lupin's, the one he was well acquainted with since his Port Mafia days, and they got a few drinks.

And more, then... even more—

And the next morning? Well, they kind of ended up in his futon, hair disheveled and their bodies in a tangle of limbs together underneath the sheets. He wasn't even lightweight, so they must've drunk many to end up like this.

Oh, a night to remember, it was. But the consequences?

....

Dazai couldn't remember whether he used protection or not.