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Getou‘s been feeling sick for days now. He originally thought it was just the Flu, maybe from his last mission in the mountains? He really tried to ignore it, he even got Gojo to buy him more green tea since they ran out a few days ago.
He felt worse. The smell of the mochis Gojo bought along with the tea made him feel more nauseous then before, so much so that he ended up over the toilet, throwing up the little bits of food he managed to keep down until this moment. He felt like shit and no amount of medicine Gojo got handed from Shoko helped.
Him being so sick would have made sense if he was still in heat. But he wasn‘t. In fact, his last heat which he spent with Gojo, like always, ended two months ago. So it can‘t be that.
Suguru‘s laying facedown on the couch with a hot water bottle pressed to his stomach, a package of frozen edamame on his forehead against the fever, which has been lingering for four days now, and a bucket on the floor next to him, incase he gets sick again.
“Are you sure you‘ll be okay? I can stay, you know? I‘m sure they won‘t mind if they have some free time today“ Satoru offered, checking his temperature once again.
“I‘m fine love, really. I‘ll just sleep it away. See you later“ Satoru sighs “stubborn idiot“ „you‘re one to talk“ Suguru tilts his head to the side, smirking up at his lover. “C‘mon, i can take care of myself. And I can always call you if i need something“
Satoru sighs, looking his partner over one last time before pulling his blindfold back down and finally heading out to get to class.
“Take care and drink your tea!“
As soon as the door falls shut behid him, Sugurus head falls back in it‘s original position, staring at the couch cushion as if it had personally offended him. He did that for solid ten minutes until the next wave of nausea rolls in and makes him squeeze his eyes shut. He presses the edemame package harder against his forehead, blindly reaching for his tea to take a sip.
Satoru‘s in the middle of answering one of Megumi‘s questions when his phone starts ringing, interrupting his explanation. Already suspecting who it probably is, he grabs his phone and answers as he moves back behind his desk. Yuuji and Nobara immediately peek up when Satoru greet the person on the other end with “are you alright, love? Why are you calling?“
After listening to Suguru for about twelve seconds, he‘s already at the door “i‘ll be there in five, don‘t move“ “what‘s going on, Gojo Sensei?“ Yuuji asked, already having stood up „Getou‘s not feeling good. You have the rest of the day off. See you tomorrow“ with that he‘s already jogging out the door back towards his Suguru.
When he finally unlocks the door, he immediately heads for the couch- which is empty. No Suguru. Not even his blanket. “Love? Suguru! Where are you sweetheart?“ he calls out, ready to use his six eyes to find his partner, when he hears noises coming from the bathroom.
He hurries over and practically rips the door open, revealing a dishelved looking Getou leaning over the toilet bowl, the bucket originally standing beside the couch now standing next to the toilet, seemingly used to prevent any accidents for the way to the bathroom.
Gojo‘s at his side in a moments notice, holding Getous hair back to prevent any of his sick getting on it. They stay like that for a few minutes until Suguru leans back, finally having emptied his stomach.
“Are you feeling better now?“ Satoru asks, worry etched in every line of his face. Suguru nods weakly, swaying slightly when he goes to stand up, having to lean on Satoru to not topple over. “‘m fine. Don‘t worry“ “Don‘t worry? You literally called me, saying you need me right now, and throwing up more then you’ve eaten in the past two days. Of course i worry! We gotta get you checked up!“ Gojo grabs Getous arm, pulling him along towards the door “I‘m feeling fine now! Really, you don‘t have to worry!“ he tries to reassure him, sending out some calming pheremones.
Satoru breathes in the fruity scent of Getou‘s pheremones, omitting some of his own in response. He sighs, loosening his grip on his arm. “Please, i just worry about you. Just want Shoko to take a look at you, please?“ Suguru chuckled at Satorus puppy eyes, feeling his resolve weakning in real time. “Fine. But only if you stop with the morning tickle attacks“ his grin widens at Satorus exagerrated gasp “but that‘s the best way to start the day! …forever?“ “a month“ he sighs dramatically „fine, if that‘s what it takes to get you to shoko“
They run into Yuuji, Megumi and Nobara on their way to Shoko, the three immediately coming to a stop. “Are you alright, Geto? Gojo said you weren‘t feeling well?“ Nobara asks before the other two even had the chance to open their mouths.
“I‘m feeling better now, but i‘m gonna see shoko, just to be sure. Bye“ he quickly pulls Gojo with him to prevent him from putting on a show infront of his students.
When they finally arive in Shokos office, she‘s sitting in her chair, smoking a cigarette. “Ah, hey guys. What brings you here? Satoru‘s being an idiot again?“ Gojo gasps in mock offence, clutching his chest “excuse you, i‘m a charming and handsome boyfriend, just so you know. Anyways, mind checking Suguru through? He‘s been sick for days. Throwing up and so on“
Shoko nods and gestures for Suguru to take a seat, getting up to check his vitals.
After taking his blod pressure etc. she hands him a water bottle and sends him to the attached bathroom to take a urine sample.
He comes back out after a few minutes, handing her the sample to analyse. Satoru and Suguru waitat her desk in silence whilst Shoko examines the sample she was given.
After what feels like an eternity, Shoko finally walks back over to them, digging through one of the drawers before pulling out a syringe used for drawing blood. “Give me your arm, Suguru“ He hesitantly holds his arm out after exchanging an unsure glance with Satoru, paitently waiting for the proccedure to be done. “what was that for?“ He asks, after Shoko pulls the syringe back out. “just want to confirm something, i‘ll just check this over, then i can tell you for certain. Just come back at dinner time. And bring me something“
Getou nods and pulls Gojo out with him before the Alpha starts prying for every detail and keep Shoko from doing her job.
After taking a long walk, since Suguru hasn‘t been out for two days due to his nausea, and grabbing some food for themselves and Shoko, they return to her office. “So, got what you were looking for?“ Satoru grins widely, handing her the food they brought.
“I did, yes. I-“ “what is it?!“ “Let her finish, Satoru“ Suguru gently interrupts him. Placing one hand on his shoulder. Shoko smirks slightly “thank you. As i was about to say, the results said exactly what i thought they were going to say. Congratulations. You‘re going to be Parents!“ she almost bursts out laughing at the gaping mouths of both Suguru and Satoru, only barely holding herself back
“I-I‘m pregnant?“
“Yup, you are“
“I‘m gonna be a father?“
“I‘m afraid yes“
Gojo and Getou stare at each other, mouths wide open “…i mean, that would explain your symptoms, love“
They‘re finally in bed. Exhausted. Completely and utterly exhausted. They had a long talk with Shoko earlier in her office and then an even longer talk just the two of them at their kitcehn table. Now, laying in bed together, cuddeled up close, Satoru hesitantly lets his hand slide down until it rests on Sugurus stomach, which has no notable swell just yet.
“…I‘m scared.“ he finally admits after staying like this for a few moments.
“So am I. But we can do it. I mean, we‘ve fought special grade curses. We can handle a baby…“ Getou trails off, staring at Gojos hand resting ontop of his stomach.
“Let‘s get some sleep. I‘m really tired“ he finally mumbles, rolling onto his side, omitting relaxing pheremones to lull Satoru into sleep with him.
The next morning after breakfast, Getou decides to lay back down, watching Gojo as he gets ready for class. “What do you want me to tell them? They‘re gonna want to know if you‘re okay“ he asks carefully.
“…the truth, they‘ll find out sooner or later anyways.“
“Are you really sure?“
“Yes i am“ he smiles softly as Gojo pulls him in for a deep kiss, only pulling away to give his stomach a final kiss before walking towards the front door.
„See you later love!“
“Is Getou feeling better now?“
“Did you find out why he‘s sick?“
The questions came before he even fully entered the room. He pushes up his blindfold on his left side, smirking as he looks at them one after another.
“Oh yeah. He‘s pregnant?“
„WHAT?!“ the three exclaimed.