Miyuki and Kuramochi

The Same Day - 8:45 AM

"I find it extremely hard to believe that you had the actual balls to tell Sawamura the truth, especially since you were so keen on keeping him in the dark," Kuramochi said as he settled in his seat. "What made you have a change of heart?"

Miyuki scoffed as he also sat in his seat, visually unimpressed by Kuramochi's attempt at getting under his skin. "I understand that we technically aren't friends anymore, but you don't have to talk to me like that. It's getting on my nerves."

"Oh, like you weren't getting on my nerves first when you were being a complete asshole to Furuya? Please, do yourself a favor and act like a normal human being for once. I think it'll do you some good."

Kuramochi rolled his eyes as he searched in his bag for his textbooks and a pencil. Feeling Miyuki's eyes still on him, he looked up and cocked his head.

"Well? Why are you just staring at me? That was my way of saying hello, now hurry up with what you're supposed to be telling me. Class starts in a few minutes and I can't be bothered having anyone else listen in on our conversation."

Miyuki pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose as he leaned back in his seat, looking out the window as he recalled the rather unfortunate events that happened the previous night. He could still see Eijun's face filled with shock and disbelief upon hearing Jun's words, and it left a strange feeling in his heart.

It kept him up all night, his mind constantly wondering what Eijun was doing a few rooms over. Was he crying? Was he planning on breaking up with him? Hell, was he plotting his revenge against him and Furuya? He was unsure, and he never liked feeling unsure or any emotion of the sort, because it made him powerless.

Snapping back to reality, Miyuki sighed. "I blurted it out," he said. "It was unintentional, but Eijun wouldn't stop bugging and bugging me about why I wasn't cumming."

Kuramochi rose a brow in confusion. "Coming?"

"No, cumming, idiot. The other one with two Ms. We were having sex."

"O-Oh…continue."

"Yeah. He was riding me and I wasn't really into it. Then he got upset and asked what was bothering me. I couldn't possibly tell him then and there, right? That would be awkward. He started ranting about how I was probably cheating on him, so I got fed up and told him. I couldn't take it anymore."

Kuramochi rubbed his temples in frustration. "Miyuki…"

Miyuki shrugged innocently, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. "I'm not sure if I can be sorry for that. What happened, happened and I can't change that. However, with the godliest timing that I've ever seen, Jun-san burst through my door and said that he knew I was the father all along.

"He told Eijun everything that went down at the karaoke party. To sum things up, I tried to play dumb, I failed, Eijun yelled at me, and I was left with a semi-hard dick for the rest of the night. Where the hell were you when this happened?"

"That's not what's important here," Kuramochi said incredulously, squinting his eyes. "My whereabouts have nothing to do with why the hell you tried defending yourself when you've already been outed! How do you even do that? How much of that stupid pride and ego can you hold onto before it blows up in your fucking face? So you tried convincing him that it wasn't you?"

"I said that it was a prank and that I just wanted to see their reactions. It was the only thing I could come up with at the moment. I had an upperclassman telling me off while my pants were at my ankles and my boyfriend was suffering from shock. What more could I have possibly done?"

"You sick fuck. How dare you joke at a time like this?"

Miyuki furrowed his brow as he eyed the other students that began to pile into the classroom. "It's my only defense mechanism," he whispered. "Also, you can stop cursing at me. Despite how I'm acting right now, I slept on it and I do feel bad for letting things get out of control. I genuinely do."

"I'm fine, I don't need an apology," Kuramochi said. "You need to apologize to everyone else who knows, especially Furuya. He doesn't deserve to be treated like a waste of space."

"Okay, but I'm not saying sorry for telling him to get an abortion. I still stand by that. Having that baby is gonna run our careers into the ground and there won't be a way for us to recover. Besides, what if this news leaks to the media? The other teams? We'll definitely be screwed then."

"Stop being such a whiny bitch," Kuramochi muttered as he scared away a group of nosy students. "Furuya's pregnancy can't spread outside the school if we keep it to ourselves, so shut up."

Miyuki focused on the darkened marks on the shortstop's neck that weren't quite concealed by his shirt collar. He smirked.

"Now are you gonna tell me where you were last night?" he asked. "Because walking in with Furuya with hickeys all over your neck doesn't really help your current image. That's why people are staring."

Panicking, a sudden hue of red dusted Kuramochi's face as he pulled his collar higher over his neck, hissing at Miyuki's boisterous laugh.

"Y-You two-faced bastard! I paid Ryo-san a visit and things got a little heated! This had nothing to do with Furuya! Are you satisfied?"

Miyuki grinned as he turned around in his seat and opened his book as the teacher walked in.

"I am very much satisfied. Thank you for your honest confession." 'Nothing about this is funny, yet I can't help but laugh. Why am I acting like this? None of this makes sense. I just hope Eijun is able to understand the situation and doesn't lose his cool...'