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Atsumu wasn't certainly the most responsible person on earth, not even close, yet he would have sworn that he wasn't even that stupid or reckless.
A trembling sigh left his pale, dull, lips as he tightened his fingers around that tiny test that would forever change his life, at that moment he didn't know if it was for better.
He had been waiting for almost ten minutes, even though he knew very well that two or three would've been enough. He also knew that he had to be quick. Almost half an hour had passed since he left the rest of the team to lock himself in the bathroom of the sports hall to take that damn test, sooner or later someone would come to see if he was still alive. For half second he hoped not to be, how much easier everything would be if he just had a stroke.
In the end he made up his mind, took a long, deep breath and looked down at the little device he was holding. For a good minute he forgot how to breathe, he felt the breath slip between his lips, which suddenly froze, he brought a trembling hand to his mouth in an attempt to hold back a hysterical sob. He had been throwing up for most of the morning and yet, in that moment, he felt that he might throw up his own stomach.
No.
It was not possible.
Atsumu Miya could not be pregnant.