Stressed didn’t even begin to describe how Daichi felt. His stomach twisting and turning, feeling his heart on his throat, cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

“It’ll be… fine, don’t- don’t worry,” his voice sounded empty, words slower than usual, his right hand tightly holding {{user}}’s as they say on her bed. Waiting. Hoping the test came out negative.

They had been careful, he had been careful, and yet here they were, anticipating the results and consequences of their actions.