Knocked up (FINISHED)

Chapter 3

The sunlight entering his room through the windows blinded Akaashi when he woke up to the feeling of vomit rising in his throat. He gagged uncomfortably as he tried in vain to free himself from the sheets he had wrapped around his body last night (did he really have to wrap himself up like a gift though?), and when he finally managed to get out of his bed he made a beeline for the bathroom with one of his hands clapped over his mouth. He burst through the bathroom door in a hurry and sank to his knees in front of the toilet just in time to empty his stomach from all its content.

“Aka-chan?!” He heard Oikawa say from behind him as he kept gagging and coughing, and soon after a pair of hands were being placed on his shoulders comfortingly. “Oh god, Aka-chan. It's okay, I'm here sweetie.”

Akaashi only realized he had been crying when he felt his sweatpants dampening with the tears that slipped down his warm cheeks. Lifting a hand to wipe them away he gagged a few more times, the burn in his throat causing fresh tears to emerge. Being so helpless like this frustrated Akaashi beyond measure.

“Oikawa-“ He started but was interrupted by a coughing fit.

“Shh, it's okay. You're okay.” His older friend murmured softly, rubbing his back in an attempt to soothe him. “I'm here Aka-chan. You're okay. Let's get up and splash some cold water on your face, come on.”

Akaashi simply nodded and let his body be lifted up by his friend. Oikawa quickly flushed the toilet before walking him over to the sink.

“Alright, pretty boy.” The brunette gently pushed his curls back and turned on the water. “Lean forward a bit so we can wash your face.”

He grasped the sink with both hands and did as he was told, letting Oikawa wash every inch of his face. The feeling of ice cold water against his scorching skin was like heaven to Akaashi, and he let his eyes fall shut as he savoured the relief. His throat was still burning though, and it hurt like hell every time he swallowed.

He whined like a baby whose pacifier had been taken away when Oikawa turned the water off.

“Stop whining, you big baby.” His friend chuckled before drying his face with a fluffy towel. “Go change your shirt now. I'll prepare you some food and ginger tea for your stomach.”

“Thank you, Oikawa-san.” He said, his voice raspy.

Walking back into his room Akaashi snatched a clean shirt from his wardrobe and quickly changed into it. He then sat back down on his bed, feeling sore and tired after that intense vomiting session so early in the morning, and filled the glass he always kept on his nightstand with cold water. He could feel his throat feeling a bit better with each sip and he thanked every god for the miracle that was cold water.

“I guess I shouldn't have eaten all that shrimp last night.” He mumbled to himself as he placed the now empty glass back on the nightstand.

After a week of his friends (mostly Oikawa) trying to get him to go out with them Akaashi had finally gave in last night and they had gone out for seafood together with Kuroo and Iwaizumi. For some reason that still remained a mystery, he had craved fried shrimp like crazy and ended up eating a whole two portions, shocking everyone including himself. Akaashi had always had a hearty appetite and they all knew that, but two portions of fried shrimp was too much, even for him. And if he still had enough space in his stomach for two more portions, nobody had to know.

For an instant he attributed his vomiting to the night he had spent with Bokuto five weeks ago, and his heart stopped when the possibility of being pregnant crossed his mind.