Translations

Start from scratch||MichiDou/MuzDou|| (18+)

Michikatsu opened his eyes, regaining consciousness, and the first thing he did was see his boyfriend unconscious on the hood. -Douma!- He took off his seat belt and got out of the car, because he was wearing a seat belt he only had a pair of glass stuck in one cheek and one eyebrow. He looked down at his boyfriend's cell phone in his hand and unlocked it, growling furiously when he saw what he read.

"Paternity test of Muzan Kibutsuji and three-month-old baby of Douma Loyola: Positive, 100% compatibility"

He threw the cell phone into the car, destroying it, and took his cell phone out of his pocket to call an ambulance.

As the ambulance arrived, he began to hit her boyfriend in the face. -Damn bitch! I knew you were sleeping with someone! - He separated and looked at the belly with hatred. -I hope you die, fucking fetus.-

He sat on the grass with his back against the car, grunting in annoyance when the ambulance arrived. -Fast! Help my boyfriend! - He feigned innocence, standing up, taking Douma's hand. - Luckily I had a seatbelt, but he took his off for a moment and was thrown out the window! Fast! He is three months pregnant!

The paramedics quickly attended to Douma and loaded him into the ambulance on a stretcher alongside Michikatsu, who was sitting next to his side with his hands clasped with a single thought in mind. -As soon as you recover I will punish you, damned infidel.-

While they were in the ambulance, a blonde paramedic with red eyes treated Michikatsu's minor injuries and checked Douma's injuries, watching as he began to stir and open his eyes, waking up. -Hm? Where I am?-

-He's already awake!- The woman announced excitedly. -Mr. Douma, don't worry, we are on the way to the hospital, you are in an ambulance. His boyfriend is with us.-

-Hey? What boyfriend? - The youngest asked confused.

-Hey, don't act stupid.- Michikatsu growled annoyed and stood up, looking at his partner.

-Who are you, sir? - The silver-haired man asked curiously.

-HOW WHO AM I?! I'M YOUR IMBECILE BOYFRIEND! - The black-haired man with the ponytail shouted furiously.

-Mr. Tsugikuni, please, I am going to ask you not to shout or insult your partner, otherwise we will have to call a patrol to accompany

us to the hospital.- The paramedic looked at Michikatsu seriously.

-Tsk.- The 26-year-old complained and sat back down where he was.

-Douma.- The calmer blonde called him. -What is the last thing you remember?-

-Well... I remember that yesterday I had my first day of work.-

-Don't fuck with me, that was four years ago, we started dating two years ago. - Michikatsu frowned in frustration.

-Sir, I ask you to please be patient with your partner, the doctors will treat him, but I suspect memory loss due to head trauma.

The most urgent thing is that he be treated by a neurologist and an obstetrician. - The paramedic spoke patiently with Michikatsu so that he would relax and not further upset the patient who was more delicate.

-O-Obstetrician? And-And why is that?- Douma asked scared, trembling on the stretcher.

-his boyfriend told us that he is three months pregnant, but don't worry, it's just to check that the baby is okay.- He smiled kindly and sat down next to the stretcher. -It's just a routine checkup, don't worry.-

-Ohhh... I don't remember getting pregnant.- The silver-haired man made an adorable little pout and carefully stroked his flat tummy.

"Don't worry, I'll remind you later." The black-haired man smiled flirtatiously caressing the silver-haired man's arm.