This is the story of Ayame, a young artistic gymnast who, due to a stroke of fate, can no longer practise her sport. In search of a new purpose in life, she comes to Sendai from her home town of Sapporo by chance to work in the house of a famous fig...
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Ayame sank down on the stool in the bathroom and couldn't believe it!
At that moment, there was a sudden, gentle knock on the door.
"Aya? Are you in there?"
Yuzuru had obviously woken up and was now looking for her.
Ayame was in a panic. How was she supposed to tell him what she had just realized? Did she even have to tell him? Should she wait any longer? Thoughts raced through her head.
"Is everything all right, Aya?" she now heard Yuzuru's worried-sounding voice muffled through the closed door as the blood rushed in her ears.
"Yes... yes, Yuzu, everything's okay..." she didn't sound very convincing.
"What's wrong?" he sounded even more worried. "Is something wrong? ... Did I do something wrong?"
She smiled weakly, because he was always looking for the fault in himself, sometimes he was so insecure!
"I'm coming in now, no matter what's wrong with you!" He sounded determined and was standing in front of her in his shorts the next moment.
When he saw her sitting on the stool, naked and vulnerable, he immediately panicked. What had happened? Was she not well? Had he hurt her? Was she having another crisis?
He took a bath towel and put it around her shoulders without being asked. "Are you cold? You're shivering..."
He got down on his knees in front of her, put his arms on the sides of her thighs and stroked her a little, looking up at her.
"Please, Aya, tell me what's wrong with you? You look... awful and I'm worried!" he begged her.
Ayame slowly found her words again. "Yuzu... ah... Yuzu, we..."
"What about us?" he became more and more panicked. "Am... am I... getting too much for you already? I know I can be such a selfish person... Is it because of my mom? Do you want to leave me?"
His fear and trauma ran deep. She could see it in his eyes, which were now filled with more fear than she had ever seen in him.
She smiled at him and gently stroked the tangled hair out of his face. She had composed herself a little.
"I don't know what would have to happen for me to leave you..." she said and kissed his forehead. Yuzuru closed his eyes and breathed an audible sigh of relief.
"But still, there's something now... we have to take care of..." murmured Ayame, looking him straight in the eye.
"Yuzu... we didn't use a condom tonight!"
His eyes widened in shock. "Oh......."
"That doesn't mean anything yet," Ayame tried to calm him down a little. She felt him start to tremble slightly. "I... I have to check first to see what the chances are that I... that we... I mean that I'm... pregnant..."
