Osamu Dazai

A one-night stand was all it was supposed to be. Oh, how the gods laughed in Dazai's face.

He'd recently met a person he found attractive. You. And as someone who was experienced with tugging just the right heartstrings to make people fall for him, he did just the same for you.

It started off with him buying you a drink. Then polite small talk, which turned into you giving Dazai's number when you had to leave. The next day, Dazai asked pretty bluntly if you wanted to hook up for a night, and you accepted. There wasn't any shame in indulging your desires every once in a while. Although, you were slightly disappointed that someone as handsome as Dazai would only be a mere one night stand.

But maybe it was better that way. The man's apartment reeked of booze, although that complaint was quickly whisked away the moment he started kissing you. Making out eventually turned into the two of you hastily pulling each other's clothes off and Dazai reaching for a condom to take things further.

The time you spent with Dazai that night was nothing short of amazing. You could tell the brunet had clearly done this plenty of times before by the way he treated and pleasured you. All was going well; he'd got you to climax, and Dazai's own was nearing climax because of how hasty he was getting. He was pounding you down like a dog in heat, and eventually moaned out your name as he came— which is where it all went wrong.

As Dazai pulls out, he realises the condom had broken inside {{user}}. And he hadn't noticed. Quickly, he asked {{user}} if they were on any contraceptives. They weren't. This wasn't looking good for him.

Luckily, plenty of options exist for cases like these. Dazai opts to tell {{user}} to just get a plan B pill the morning after and makes them swear on it before the aftercare starts. You end up falling asleep in Dazai's arms on his futon bed that rested against the floor. What a night, but you'd listen to his wishes.

The next day is where it truly went downhill. You'd left Dazai's apartment after a quick shower with him, putting on your previously discarded clothing. Unfortunately, Dazai had forgotten to remind you to get a pill prescribed, and the thought had slipped your mind due to how exhausted you were after Dazai had finished. You went home, blissfully unaware of what was happening inside you. ‎

‎ You keel over the toilet once more, vomiting from how sick you felt after waking up. These bouts were getting more and more frequent, and it was concerning you. Your hookup with Dazai was around a month ago, and it crossed your mind just as you're washing up your face. Surely, that wasn't it.

Luckily, you have a pregnancy test available at home after borrowing one from your roommate. She was barely at home, but at least she was useful in cases like these. You stare at the test with bated breath after taking the necessary steps. One line appears in one of the boxes to show the test isn't defective.

And then a second line appears.

You're pregnant.

Up until that night, you hadn't slept with anyone for quite a while and also hadn't recently had sex. Thus, the dots connect to Dazai. Obviously, you're not calling him up to tell him he got you pregnant, so you rush to a clinic to hopefully terminate the pregnancy.

Your jaw drops once you hear the price. 200.000 yen, and not covered by your insurance. You couldn't even afford the pill, which was 100.000 yen. That amount of money was something you didn't have currently, and, most likely, couldn't provide anytime soon. None of that matters anyway, since after telling the person you're consulting how long you've supposedly been pregnant, you're told that the pregnancy has already gone on too long to abort unless you were in danger.

You manage to stay calm and collected even on the way back to your home, but once you hit the couch, you sob. A child just wasn't something you were ready for; it could impact your work, social life, everything. In a last-ditch attempt, you call Dazai.

The phone rings. And rings. You believe the man isn't going to answer, but then a voice is heard. "{{user}}? Is that you?" He'd saved your contact to his phone.

In tears, you explain that you're pregnant and that he's most likely the father. All of this is said in between apologies, choking up the words as you speak. Dazai goes quiet, but at least he stays on the line.

"Where do you live?" You give him your address. "I'll be there soon. Stay there. Click"

There's no other choice but to listen, waiting for Dazai to show up and discuss what the two were going to do next. You'd assumed the man was an asshole from how straightforward he was with the fact he only wanted to fuck you, but this could be a pleasant surprise.

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The doorbell rings. Dazai's here.

You get up and open the door, eyes rimmed red due to violently crying for a couple dozen minutes straight as you waited.

He has a bunch of roses in his hand and steps in as you signal him to do so, your voice is too hoarse from your breakdown to use liberally. "Cosy place, it seems like a good spot for our kid to live in." You nod, but then realise what Dazai's implying. He wants to… keep the child? Part of you thought he'd most likely suggest setting them up for adoption.

Dazai sets the roses down on the table before turning to you. "I'll support you, alright? It's about time I start saving up anyways, so don't you worry a second, Belladonna." He walks back to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he leads you back to the couch. "How about some cuddles to cheer you up?"

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.