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fem!reader x ryuguji ken
tw; vomiting (not graphically, i swear)
you rushed down the hallway frantically, your graduation gown cascading behind you. the faint cheers and announcements from the gymnasium grew more and more quiet as you made your way to the bathroom, feeling as though your stomach was stuck in your throat. you reached a stall just in time to puke your brains out in the toilet.
for a minute, you tried to remember what even happened, but all you could recall was standing next to your boyfriend and his best friend, about to receive your diploma, and then feeling the biggest wave of irreversible nausea hit you like a truck.
and here you were, sitting on the bathroom floor, emptying your stomach of everything you'd eaten that day.
for a brief moment, you were significantly confused.
and then you remembered that your period was late. the conclusion that you'd just come to made you even more nauseous, causing you to puke again.
this can't be happening...
"y/n?" you heard someone call from outside of the bathroom, "y/n, are you okay...?"
letting out a staggered sigh of relief, you realized it was just mikey. there was no chance you'd be able to face draken right now.
"mikey, could you come in here for a second?" you managed, tugging off a piece of toilet paper to wipe your mouth.
"um... are you sure--?"
"yes, just-- i need you to come in here, please, mikey," you rambled, unable to raise your voice at the expense of throwing up again.
"okay..." he slowly opened the door, tensing up at the fact that he was in the girls' bathroom. he stepped cautiously towards the stall you were in, tiptoeing as if he was about to break the law. peaking in, he noticed you on the floor, his expression shifting into a state of worry. "what's going on? are you okay?"
"i think i'm pregnant," you admitted, lifting your head out of the toilet bowl to look at him.
his eyes widened immediately, "what?! pregnant? y-you mean you and draken--?"
"yes, obviously!" you hissed, the booming of his voice giving you a slight headache.
"gross! don't you use protection?!" he entailed, scrunching up his nose in disgust.
"of course we do, i don't know what happened!"
"well, you know, condoms are only 87% effective in reality," he pointed out logically, only adding to the sickness you were feeling.
"mikey, you're not helping!" you whined, the lump in your throat enlarging.
"i'm sorry! u-um, do you want me to go get a test for you?" he offered momentarily.
"please," you answered almost instantly.
"o-okay, why don't you wait at my place, i'll go to the store and bring one back," he explained, getting down on one knee to help you stand.
"what about graduation?" you paused, realizing that this was disrupting their ceremony, and if he were to do this, he'd miss it completely. you knew how much mikey was looking forward to graduating, but you also knew the kind of person he was. and he was definitely not going to leave you hanging. that's just the kind of friend he was.
and despite how bad you felt, deep down you severely appreciated it.
"oh, who cares?" he brushed off, throwing your arm around his shoulders.
since everybody was luckily in the gymnasium, you and mikey didn't run into anyone, leading an easy journey to his motorcycle that was parked outside in the school lot. he then took you back to his place and left you in his room with a glass of water and some over-the-counter medicine to help with the nausea.
for the fifteen minutes he was gone, you thought hard about what you were gonna tell draken-- or rather how you were gonna tell him. at the moment, all you knew was that you were gonna kill him if you really were pregnant.
when mikey returned, you stood up impatiently and walked over to him right away.
"thanks," you tore the slim box out of his hand before he could even close the door behind him and headed straight for the bathroom.
"no worries..."
before you entered, you stopped for a brief moment, regretting your disregard towards the taken aback blonde boy.
you turned around to look at him from across the room with a look of gratitude, "really-- thank you for doing this."
he nodded sincerely, adding, "anytime."
as soon as you set foot in the bathroom, you closed the door and took a deep breath.
okay... moment of truth, here we go.
you went through the motions of bunching your graduation gown up at your waist and peeing onto the stick you pulled out of the box.
waiting for the result was one of the most gut-wrenching, nausea-inducing five minutes you'd ever encountered in your entire life.
and when it finally showed up, you felt your heart stop.
nothing was ever gonna be the same ever again.
stepping out of the bathroom, your ears began to ring and suddenly, your world was caving in on you. to make it worse, you came out to find mikey and draken standing across from each other. based on draken's demeanor, you could tell mikey hadn't told him anything yet.
"y/n, are you okay? what's going on?" he questioned, walking up to you worriedly. but after what you'd just discovered, you felt a wave of anger wash over you and suddenly, you were unable to control what you were about to do.
in fact, it was as if you blacked out when your fist came into blunt contact with the side of draken's face. he went stumbling backward, the adrenaline running through your veins making it so you couldn't feel the pain shooting through your dominant hand.
"what the hell was that for?!" he bellowed bitterly, grabbing his face in pain.
