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He retches one final time before flushing. Hitoshi bites his lip while he watches the last bits of his former stomach content disappear.
“Shit.”
It is just a bug, he tells himself. He must have caught the flu… or food poisoning or… or… Hitoshi wipes at his eyes angrily when tears threaten to spill out. He stands on shaky legs, glancing at his phone, which has been set on the countertop next to the sink. It is barely 6:30 a.m. on a Saturday; everyone is still fast asleep. Except for himself of course. He has been throwing up, again, like he has every single morning for the past fourteen days.
“It’s just a bug, just a bug…” The Hitoshi in the mirror looks at him as if he does not believe what the real one is telling him.
Why are his hands shaking?
He ignores the ache in his hips when he shuffles back to his room. As soon as the door clicks shut behind him, Hitoshi sits on his bed heavily. He buries his face in his hands, concentrating, desperately waiting for the vertigo and nausea that the short walk caused to disappear again.
Ding
The small noise coming from his phone breaks his stupor. It is distracting him a little, providing a strange sort of comfort. Of course, it is Denki texting him. A small smile plays at Hitoshi’s lips.
Morning, pretty boi ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡
He is not much about emojis, so he ends up sending a simple greeting back, before plopping down onto his bed. His stomach churns again, making him curl into himself.
“It’s just a bug.”
The ache in his hips tells him it is not. Hitoshi cannot help the sob that escapes him. Why? Why would this happen?
He is only 18! He has only recently graduated UA! And he just started working as an independent sidekick for different agencies! Why, why, why? He draws blood biting his lip this time.
How r u?
Fine.
Hitoshi puts his phone on silent afterwards, throwing it out of reach. He does not want to see or hear or think about Denki. He does not want to remember that he has had a boyfriend for almost three years now. Because then, he would also have to remember that they did have sex multiple times in those almost-three years… and that the last time they did it – a heated frenzy the day after they finally graduated - the condom split. Which is nothing. He is a man; men only ever have to worry about STDs and neither of them does have those. Okay, he had two fathers, so maybe Hitoshi should have checked if he has a… specific genetic mutation. But no, that was what the condoms were for. Except they failed him – and Denki does not know.
Hitoshi stares at the wall blankly.
They graduated in March; March 15th. Afterwards, the former 3-A had gone to celebrate. They had had good food, sang karaoke, talked about the future… Denki and him had walked through the city hand in hand after the party. One thing led to another and they had spent the night in a love hotel. There, in the dimly lit room, long after Denki had passed out, Hitoshi had attempted to clean up a little when he noticed one of the used condoms was leaking. It had been a tiny split, barely visible, but definitely there. He had not thought much of it at the time.
Now, more than six weeks later, Hitoshi thought a lot of it. He thought about it every minute, no, every second he was awake. He had dreamed about it too. It just did not want to leave him alone.
“It’s… it’s just…” He whimpered. “… a little stomach bug…” Hitoshi felt his iron grip on his emotions slip, felt his denial slowly falter. It was the first time he really allowed himself to cry. He was scared and alone and only 18! How could this happen? This was so unfair!