Bon lightly drummed his fingers across Rin's swollen tummy, humming an unfamiliar tune as he and Rin sat underneath a tree in the courtyard of campus. Rin was reading some book about Psychology and Bon was supposed to be helping him study, but the quarterback was entirely too infatuated with Rin's pregnant belly to bother. He had to admit, Rin was was doing a pretty good job at dealing with his pregnancy at school. People would ask and he'd answer comfortably. For a while, Bon thought he would avoid going to class but it was the exact opposite.

The only downside was that he had to buy bigger clothes.

"Bon, I'm getting fat."

"You're not fat, baby, you're pregnant. I still think you're beautiful."

"You're my boyfriend, you have to say stuff like that." Rin argued. Bon ignored him, leaning down to kiss his belly. "You're gonna be such a pretty little girl. Daddy's gonna spoil you and mommy rotten, okay Princess?" He whispered. Rin raised a brow and put his book down. "You really want a girl? I thought you of all people would want a little boy so that the two of you could go and play football all of the time." He said. Bon shrugged.

"That's all great but I've got teammates that I could play football with. And then there's you--"

"Oh no, no, no. Slow your role, Papa Bear. I don't do football. I'm more of a soccer person."

"Seriously? Figures." Bon said with a grunt. Rin unceremoniously flipped him off and went back to reading when Bon's phone began to vibrate in his pocket. He fished it out and a text from and unknown number flashed on his screen.

445-667-8891:
Having fun with your little girlfriend?

Ryuji:
Who the hell is this?

445-667-8891:
Guess who!

A picture message came to his phone and he opened it, only to slam his phone into the grass when a photo of a half-naked Mila Yoshikuni popped up on the screen. Rin looked over at his boyfriend with a raised eye. "You okay, babe?" He asked. Bon gave him a "Yeah, mhm" and stood up. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna go grab a soda. You want anything while I'm up, sweetie?" He offered.

"Chocolate."

"Right, of course. Be right back."

He quickly shot a text back to Mila.

Ryuji:
Leave me the hell alone! I will call the police!

445-667-8891:
So will I. I'll tell them that you raped me that night unless you do what I say. Then I'll tell your little weirdo that you were a rapist.

She...she wouldn't do something so evil, would she?

Bon hesitated, weighing his options before texting back.

Ryuji:
YOU raped ME.

445-667-8891:
That's not what they'll think.

Ryuji:
...what do you want?

445-667-8891:
I'm out near the old abandoned science lab near the old part of the school. I want sex. You got five minutes.

Ryuji:
I have a family to consider, you can't do this!! I don't want to sleep with you! I have a kid on the way! Can you please just stop?

445-667-8891:
I don't care about your freak family. You have four minutes.

Bon wanted to hit something. He wanted to lash out and just destroy anything that he could get his hands on. Why was this happening to him? Why couldn't people just let him be happy with his family? He wanted to her no and to fuck off, but he didn't need rumors going around that he was some sort of rapist. He didn't want that for his kid....

But he couldn't cheat on Rin...

Why did Karma hate him so much!!

Ryuji:
...I'm on my way...

#

Yukio was kinda bummed about having to stop smoking weed. He really didn't get why it was such a big deal. People smoke cigarettes that kill and everyone was fine with that but as soon as someone starts smoking anything organic the whole fucking world has a brain aneurysm.

But the sex would definitely be worth it.

"Yukio!"

"Huh?"

He snapped out of his trance and looked up at Kinzo, Renzou's brother. The blonde was extremely close to his face, so he backed away slightly. "Hello Kinzo. How are you?" He asked. Kinzo raised a brow.

"You know the class has been dismissed for about three minutes, right? What're ya so spaced out about, huh?"

Yukio looked around the empty seats and sighed. "Nothing, I was just lost in thought is all. Do you know where your brother is?" He answered. Kinzo shrugged. "Probably in the weight room. I can walk you there if you want." He said. Yukio kindly declined.

"No, it's quite alright. You know how he feels about that. I don't know where he gets these ridiculous ideas that I'm going to run off with you from."

"I joke about it alot. The guy gets offensive about anything pertaining to you."

Yukio laughed a bit. Of course, it was just like the pinkette to be so protective of him.

"Do you find me attractive, Yukio?"

Yukio looked over at the blonde. "Yeah, sure." He said. Kinzo smiled at him and leaned a tad bit closer.

"Would you sleep with me?"

"Wha?"

"Banging. Sex. Compulation. Knocking Boots. Fucking. Would you?"

Yukio cleared his throat and grabbed his bags, headed to the door. "I have somewhere to be, thanks for your help Kinzo." He said, waving as he hurried into the halls. Kinzo smirked behind him.

"I'll take that as a yes."

#

Bon looked away as Mila ran her hands all over his chest, cringing in disgust. She leaned up to try and kiss him and he straight-armed her in the face. "Don't you fucking kiss me." He said.

"Right, your little fag is the only one who can kiss you, right? I'll break that out of you soon enough. I'll do it so good that you fall in love with me."

"Is that what this is about? You want to take me from Rin and from my kid?"

"Call it what you want."

"I'm calling you a home wrecker."

She dropped onto her knees and undid his zipper, stroking him once she fished his length out of his boxers. "Had you not pushed me off of you that night, I'd be the one having your baby." She said. He scoffed. "As if I'd ever let that happen. I don't want to be with a whore." He said. She licked over his slit and sucked around it before downing him once and pulling him back out to stroke him.

"What does he have that I don't?"

"My heart and my kid."

"You're milking this whole pregnancy thing aren't you? Men can't get pregnant."

"Just shut up and get on with it. I don't need to prove anything to you and I don't want to sit here and look at your slut face any longer than I have to." He said. She said that she would only give him a blowjob that time, but he knew she was capable of much worse. "Whatever." She said, going back to her current task at hand.

#

Shima wiped his face with a towel after sitting up from the bench press machine. He took a few gulps from his water bottle and stretched before standing up.

"I don't know where you're going
But do you have room for one more
Troubled soul?
I don't know where I'm going but I don't think I'm going home!
I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead!
This is the road to ruins! And we started at the end!"

He reached into the pocket of his basketball shorts and pulled out his phone, recognizing the number as Shiro's. He slid the screen over to answer.

"Hey Shiro! How's it going?"

"...not good, Shima..."

Shima furrowed his brows, worry instantly taking over.

"What's the matter?"

"It's about Yuri...she...took her own life. Three days ago. I don't think that I could face the boys to tell them myself so I was hoping that maybe you could help me..."

"Jesus, that's awful. Of course I'll help, Shiro."

"Great...and...tell them goodbye for me please?"

Shima took the phone away from his ear and stared at it a moment, making sure that he had heard correctly.

"Goodbye?"

"I'm going away for a while...not sure of when I'll be back, but I will be. Maybe in a few years..."

"Shiro, I can't--"

"Goodbye, Shima. Thank you so much."

"Shiro, wait! No, no, no, no--dammit!"

Shima cursed as the line went dead. How the hell was he supposed to do what Shiro asked of him?

"Jesus, please give me strength."