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Enji rests his face on the palm of his hand staring at the two stripes on the pregnancy test. Positive.
What was he expecting really, there's no way he wouldn't be with the overflowing amount of sperm that idiot had left in him. That bastard didn't even bother with a condom. Enji could still fill the swell of his stomach. So full, and now he was empty.
Enji didn't want to admit it, but he quite enjoyed the feeling of being stuffed with Toshinori's cock. He loved the feeling of the man's rough, gentle hands touching him, fingering him. The alpha smelt of mildewed grass and green tea; an odd and pungent smell that made him seem more like a beta, but it was oddly arousing and comforting during his heat.
Enji felt shame; shame and fear. He feared for this child growing inside him, feared for himself. What about his wife? Surely she couldn't be expected to raise a child made by her husband's first love, no matter how good of a relationship they had built throughout their marriage.
And the shame; the shame of having let that big oaf hold him, fuck him stupid, even getting him pregnant. Enji had never been the one to having the children because of Enji's father's firm belief that women should be the ones to carry the child, despite him being the Omega. He felt bad for Rei—Alpha pregnancies didn't tend to go as smoothly as Omegas' did.
He considers, for just a second, burning the evidence and never speaking of this again. No, he tells himself, that wouldn't solve anything. He stuffs the white stick and the small pink box it came in in a plastic sack, ties it, then places it at the very bottom of the trash can. He needed to tell Rei—Rei and Toshinori.
Toshinori's mind could not be taken off of the events that occurred in his car. He felt disgusted by himself, taking advantage of Enji, like he was just some poor weak Omega in his heat. His stomach was tight with hunger, but he could bring himself to eat. He felt like puking but he's running on empty and all he could do was heave dryly into the toilet bowl.
It's already been five weeks since the incident but Toshinori isn't handling it any better. I mean, who would after practically raping their high school crush?
He's anxious, scared; blinking at the harsh glare of white light coming from his phone screen. He scrolls through his contact list aimlessly; who's he gonna call? Chiyo? Aizawa?
Enji?
He doesn't know so he doesn't call anybody, just sits there alone on his bathroom floor. He's spent a lot of nights like this; head too empty and all he could think about was the incident. His head is pounding but he's too tired to even think of getting up for some aspirin. Just sits there and thinks.
He still remembers the scent, the way Enji's normally smoking aroma changed into the sweet smell of s'mores by a campfire. He may not be able to recall much of the more intimate scenes between them, but he remembers wet slick covering his fingers and Enji's sweet howls of pleasure. He remembers the fruity taste on Enji's tongue. He remembers how much his back hurt from the lack of space in the car. He remembers how disappointed he was in himself for how he treated Enji.
Toshinori peers down at his forearm where bandages wrapped around a deep bite mark. Bite marks weren't unusual during heat sex, but they tended to be on Omegas more than Alphas. It wouldn't be so out of the question to say Enji bit him, dominant Omegas tended to do that, however, he figured—and found great relief in knowing—that he must have bit himself so that he wouldn't be too tempted to mark Enji.
He had seen it many times—the unmarred skin of Enji's nape, a place not even his Alpha wife had marked. It remained markless, at least he could feel happy about that.
Toshinori stays there for what felt like an eternity, or maybe just about two hours, starved and anxious. He's so weak, helpless; Why is he even the No.1 hero?
That very next Monday, Toshi promptly buries himself in work just to have something else to think of. And when the small hill of paperwork that usually sits on his desk disappears, he prints off a couple of word searches and coloring pages and cracks down on those.
Hours after his arrival to his office, his secretary calls, informs him that Endeavor is here and wants to speak with him, privately.
Enji has no fear, that's one of the thing's Toshinlri loves about him, but in this moment, he wished Enji feared a bit more.
"We need to talk."