It had been months since Koujaku had seen, or even spoken to, Aoba. The last time he had had any contact with the younger male was during a party that Mizuki had thrown. Koujaku had only gone because his date for the evening had wanted to go and of course he wasn't going to say no. He had been planning on making an appearance at some point anyway, just to say he had gone if anyone asked him that Monday.

When he and his date arrived to the party, Koujaku wasn't really all that surprised to see Aoba there, knowing the bluenette was really good friends with Mizuki. If Aoba wasn't hanging out with him, he was attached to the burgundy haired male's hip. They were together so often, that the school had started rumors that the two of them were dating.

Of course the rumors weren't true and the two of them had tried to disband them multiple times by saying they weren't true. But, not everyone seemed to listen, which caused the rumors to still fly around. And how could people not believe them? The way Aoba was hanging all over Mizuki right now was enough to make even Koujaku want to call them liars.

Although as he had continued to watch them, it became evident that Aoba was very, very drunk. The younger teen, even as he held on to Mizuki, was quite clumsy. The drink in his hand was splashing from the cup; his rapid movements almost making him fall where Mizuki had to keep an arm around him. His face was tinged pink, a laugh coming from his smiling lips more than it should.

He had finally looked away, moving farther away from the two of them. He couldn't stand watching Aoba act that way. He made his way towards the drinks, grabbing one of the many red cups set out on the table. His date was still at his side, arms wrapped tightly around his own. He handed the cup to her, smile on his lips, before he grabbed one for himself.

He had been on his second drink whenever he had noticed that Aoba had made his way onto the dance floor, almost right in front of him and his date. The song that was playing was fast, just perfect for the way Aoba was dancing to it.

His body had been moving in such a sexual and attractive way that it was almost hard for Koujaku to keep his attention on his date. It moved in time with the music and would have matched the beat almost perfectly if he hadn't been so drunk. His hips swayed in a way that could make even Koujaku, who was very straight, lick his lips in want.

He had dragged his date away from the bluenette, the image too disgustingly tempting to be that close to any more. It hadn't done any good, though. After dancing to two more songs, Aoba had found Koujaku, who'd had a few more drinks in him by that time. Normally Koujaku would never drink that much in public, but it seemed the best way to keep his mind off Aoba and his attention on his date.

Whenever Aoba had found him, he was by himself in the kitchen. His date had left earlier, Koujaku having found one of his good friends to take her home. He would have, using it as a good excuse to leave the party, but he'd been too out of it by that time to even attempt to drive. She had understood, praising him on how smart he was.

The younger teen had smiled at his friend, leaning against him. "You've been avoiding me," he said, voice slurred. He pressed against the other, who made no move to shove him away. Now that he had a few more drinks in him, his thoughts had changed and he was more accepting of what thoughts went through his head, especially the ones about Aoba.

"Sorry. I was trying to entertain my date," he apologized, shooting him a smile. His arms went around the other with ease and he couldn't help but think of how attractive the younger looked as he gazed up at him with those beautiful hazel eyes of his.

"You seem free now. Did she leave?" A smile broke out on his lips whenever Koujaku had nodded in answer. "Good, now you can spend some time with me," he told him, moving to get out of Koujaku's arms, but the male kept a hold on him. Aoba blinked, giving him a look of confusion.

"Before we leave, I need to tell you something."

"And what is that?"

Koujaku didn't know where it had come from, but before he knew it his lips were on Aoba's. Never would he have imagined kissing his best friend. He never liked guys and he was far from being gay, but there was just something about Aoba that he guilty felt attracted to. And in his drunken state, he hadn't been able to fight the urge to kiss him.

Aoba hadn't hesitated to kiss him back, arms wrapping around his neck. It was a secret to everyone but Mizuki that the younger had been crushing on Koujaku for the last few years. And even though the teen was drunk out of his mind, the excitement over the fact Koujaku was actually kissing him was racing over his body.

Aoba had pulled away, a dazed-like smile on his lips. A blush went over his cheeks as he felt Koujaku's lips go to his ear. "Maybe we should go somewhere a little more private?" He nodded, letting Koujaku drag him upstairs.

And that's the last thing Koujaku remembered about that night other than waking up next to Aoba the next morning, both of them completely naked.

Aoba sighs, closing the door to his locker. Ever since that party a few months ago Koujaku had been avoiding him. He didn't exactly know why. Was he embarrassed about what had happened between them at Mizuki's party? Did he regret it? The two of them had been pretty drunk that night, leading to the little mishap as well as the little accident that was caused by said mishap.

He places a hand on his stomach, pressing lightly and then taking his hand away before anyone could notice. He licks his lips. He'd found out a month after the party that he was pregnant, which had been right after school had ended for the summer. He was currently four months along, barely showing under the baggy shirt he wore and the loose fitting pants he was wearing.

He hadn't told anyone besides his grandmother, twin brother, and best friend. Mizuki had threatened to beat Koujaku senseless, especially since he'd been ignoring Aoba all summer, but the bluenette had stopped him, telling him that it was best that Koujaku didn't know anything.

It was obvious he didn't care and he wasn't going to make him get involved. It would be for the best. He wouldn't force the male to do anything, especially if he didn't even wish to speak with him. It would be pointless.

He frowns as he hears a collection of giggles come from beside him. He looks over, shaking his head as he sees Koujaku surrounded by women. They're laughing at something he's said, overreacting quite a bit.

Their eyes meet for a moment and the smile on Koujaku's lips twitch momentarily, faltering just slightly. Aoba breaks the contact, shifting his bag onto his shoulder as he turns around and starts walking in the other direction. It's been two weeks since school started and that's only the second time he's seen the other. It was like he was purposely trying to avoid seeing him, which hurt a lot.

He gulps, his throat tightening as tears collect in his eyes. Why was Koujaku treating him this way? They'd been drunk. It's not like they'd purposely had sex just so they could ruin their friendship. It was a complete and utter accident. He hadn't asked to be ignored…to be completely thrown away while Koujaku acted as if nothing had ever happened and Aoba had to live with a constant reminder that it actually did.

"Forget him, he's not worth that frown on your lips," a voice says and an arm goes over his shoulders. Hazel eyes turn to meet green ones and Aoba sends a small smile towards his best friend.

"I know he's not. It just hurts," he responds, tightening his grip on his bag. "He was my friend since child hood," he says, allowing Mizuki to steer him in the direction of the cafeteria. "He's supposed to be there for me…he's not supposed to leave me…ignore me."

Mizuki gives him a gentle squeeze, leading him towards the line. "Yeah, I know. But he's not worth your thoughts. He's the one who chose to ignore you and be a dick about the whole thing. He's the one who's going to be missing out." Aoba nods, staying silent after that.

They grab their food, wordlessly heading towards the table they usually sat at. Sei was waiting for them, a smile on his face as he greets them. "How's your first day been, Aoba?" he asks and his twin can only sigh as he sets his tray down and takes a seat.

"It's alright," he tells him and Sei gives him a look as if he knows better. He doesn't say anything though, knowing Aoba probably doesn't want to talk about it. He glances at Mizuki who simply mouths Koujaku's name and he nods.

"We have our next two classes with one another," Sei says to Aoba, smile wide. He younger twin looks at him as he takes a small bite of his food.

"I was wondering when we were going to finally have classes together," he tells him which causes Sei to laugh.

"I know. I was wondering as well."

After lunch, the rest of the day goes on like normal. Aoba and Sei attended their classes together before splitting ways for their last.

Aoba takes a seat in the back of class, letting out a small sigh as he drops his bag beside him, glad that his last class of the day is study hall. He pulls out his history text book, mentally cursing the teacher for already giving them an assignment. It's only light reading, but it was still annoying that it was the first day and he already had homework to do.

He ignores the other students as they begin to pile in, trying to focus on the words in front of him. He only looks up whenever a flash of red moves beside him, catching it from the corner of his eye.

He pales as Koujaku sits down beside him. He looks around, noticing that it's the only seat available and he silently curses to himself. His eyes fall back on the raven haired male and he gulps. He can see how tense Koujaku is; can tell that he wishes he was sitting anywhere else except next to him.

He looks away, teeth pulling on his bottom lip. His stomach churns, making him feel sick. He focuses his eyes back on his textbook, trying to concentrate even though all he really wants to do is ask Koujaku why. Why he's ignoring him. Why he's pushing him away. But he doesn't, he can't. And really, he's tempted to tell him about the baby. He deserved to know even if he was treating him like this. It was his right to know.

He takes a deep breath, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen from his bag.

'We need to talk,' he writes before passing the note to Koujaku. He watches as the older male hesitates before opening the note. He waits nervously as a response is written down before being passed back.

'I don't think we do. There's nothing we need to talk about.'

'There's a lot we need to talk about.'

'Like what?'

'The party, what happened between us…'

'I'd rather forget about that. So there's nothing to talk about.'

Aoba can feel himself becoming frustrated. Maybe he should just come out and say it? Just go ahead and tell him. What if he just brushed it off? He'd feel worse about that than him actually ignoring him. Because then it would just prove he didn't care, that he actually didn't want anything to do with him. He bites his lip harder.

'There IS something we need to talk about, something important.'

'And what is that?'

'The fact that I'm pregnant.'