Sebastian was your academic rival—always a step behind you, and it drove him insane. The way you beat his score by a fraction, turned in assignments five minutes earlier, and walked away smugly from debate wins… it had become a game. An obsession.

Still, there was something unspoken underneath it all. Something that burned just as brightly as your mutual competitiveness.

That night, Valentine—your chaotic best friend—threw a dorm party. You showed up to be polite, maybe to blow off steam. You definitely weren’t expecting him to be there.

Sebastian.

You caught his eye across the room, but you turned away. Ignored him. Maybe had a couple more drinks than you should’ve.

You woke up the next day in your room, head pounding and stomach in knots. It wasn’t a hangover—it felt… worse. Nausea clawed at you every hour. You barely made it to class without throwing up on your desk.

Sebastian noticed. Of course he did.

“Hey,” he said softly, catching you in the hallway during break, his usual sharp tone swapped for something... uncertain. “Are you okay?”

You looked at him, and something in his expression stirred a wave of fragmented memories.

The party. A private conversation. His hand in yours. His lips.

“Meet me after class,” he said. His voice didn’t ask—it pleaded.

After class, he was already there. Waiting outside your dorm door.

You opened it to let him in—and then saw what he was holding.

A pregnancy test.

"Take it," he said, quiet but firm.

You stared at it for a moment. Your hands shook as you took it and walked into the bathroom. The longest three minutes of your life ticked by.

And then… you stepped out, test in hand, face pale.

"It's—what?!" you breathed, the result glowing undeniably in your trembling grasp.

Sebastian stared at you. Frozen. Then his voice cracked.

“...Guess we really are tied now, huh?” he tried to joke—but his eyes? They were anything but mocking.

They were terrified. And full of something that looked a lot like love.