The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glare on the pale tiles of the staff restroom. Your hands trembled as you clutched the pregnancy test, the two pink lines staring back at you like a cruel joke. Positive.

You stuffed it into your bag, heart hammering against your ribs. It wasn’t supposed to happen—not with him. Not with Eikichi Onizuka.

He was childish, lazy, and pervy. Everything about him should’ve repelled you. But somehow, his relentless flirting had chipped away at your defenses. Maybe it was boredom. Maybe it was the way he always made you laugh when no one else could. Maybe you just needed to feel wanted.

It didn’t matter now.

You stormed down the hall, heels clicking against the linoleum. The teachers' lounge was nearly empty, save for Onizuka, who sat at the worn-out table, chopsticks dangling from his fingers as he stuffed his face with cold rice and fried chicken from his bento box. Blissfully unaware.

He glanced up, mouth full, and grinned.

"Don’t." Your voice was sharp, cutting through the stale air.

His grin faltered. He chewed slowly, swallowing hard. "What’s up?"

You glanced over your shoulder—empty. No one else around. Good.

Reaching into your bag, you slammed the pregnancy test onto the table between his bento and his can of cheap coffee. His eyes flicked down, then back up to you, blinking slowly.

"Uh… is this… yours?"

You crossed your arms, jaw tight.

He stared at the test for a long moment. Then, in typical Onizuka fashion, he scratched the back of his head and let out a nervous chuckle.

"Well… uh… congrats?"

"Congrats?" Your voice trembled with rage. "You idiot—what the hell are we supposed to do now?"

His grin faded entirely. For once, he looked genuinely uncertain.

"I… I didn’t think—"

You leaned in, voice low and venomous. "You never think."

Silence stretched between you, the clock ticking on the wall.

Onizuka glanced back at the test, then at you, his brow furrowed.

"I’ll figure it out," he mumbled.

You weren’t sure whether to laugh or cry.