"Baby"

Mikoto x Reader

How was I going to tell him? Should I even tell him? Maybe it was better to get rid of it. No, no, what if he especially despised me for it? I had to weigh the pros and cons of this. Think of every possible outcome. Remember just who I was dealing with here.

Calm down, I told myself, you're overreacting. I did remember who I was dealing with, and I did remember our friendship. Mikoto and I were best friends. In high school, it had always been me, him, Izumo, and Tatara against the world. The four of us were tighter than ever before and nothing could come between us.

Except a baby, an inner skeptic chided me.

I groaned aloud and slammed my head against the headrest. I lived in the same apartment complex as Izumo. Normally we walked to the bar together every morning, but today I had told him that I had an errand to run so he had to go alone. By "errand," I meant that I had to sprint to the liquor store and buy a pregnancy test (and some cookies). I had been having morning sickness for a while and started fearing the worst.

I had bought two of them, just in case, and – sure enough – I was met with a smiley face on one and two pink lines on the other; undeniably positive. And the only person who could possibly be the father? The Red King, Mikoto Suoh.

Mikoto, unfortunately, wasn't the one to take my virginity. That went to a scumbag back in high school. However, Mikoto was the one to take my heart. I don't know why I never realized it before. Maybe I was too focused on our friendship to see what I really felt for him, but…when I finally figured it out, it was like a slap in the face. I was dumbfounded when Yo Chitose caught me staring and called me out on it. After that day, I really put deep thought into my relationship with Mikoto Suoh.

He was my best friend. He was my King. He was my superior and my brother in a sense. Being the only– well, the only adult female in HOMRA, I was in danger more times than preferred. And who was there to save me every single time? Mikoto. My King.

It took a few days, but I figured it out finally. I was in love with Mikoto Suoh. He wasn't my first and only, and I definitely wasn't his, but, God, I wanted to be. It got to be too much for me after a while. Even after I sorted through my thoughts and decided that I was in love with him, I never made a move to change anything. Why would I? We'd been best friends for years; I didn't want to ruin that.

What would I do if I confessed everything to him and he turned me down because he felt that I was more like his kid sister than anything? I would be crushed! Our friendship would forever be altered! He wouldn't be able to look me in the eyes anymore!

But when the night came that it was just the two of us in the bar while Anna was asleep and everyone else had gone home, I didn't really want to control myself. I didn't even plan it; it just kind of happened. Everyone had gone home for the night. I carpooled with Izumo just like I did every rainy night, and I had gotten all the way to the front door before I realized that I had forgotten my iPod charging on the counter back at the bar. I always listened to music while going to sleep at night, so I had to go get it. Izumo allowed me to borrow his van and wished me good night.

When I got to the HOMRA Bar, everything was dark and quiet. I had a spare set of keys, so I let myself in. The iPod was just where I left it, so I unplugged the device and shoved it in my purse along with my charger. After I made sure I didn't leave anything else behind, I had to pause a moment. Here, alone in this bar, I was able to take in the world I had succumbed to. The rain pattered on the blinded windows, but that was the only sound. It was pitch black inside aside from the orange light of the street lamps outside that snuck through the cracks in the blinds. The air was still; the smell of alcohol and food still hung in the air, but there was another scent. It wasn't really a smell anyone could identify, but to me it was as clear as day.

It was a scent of familiarity. It brought a soft smile to my face because what I breathed in was memories made. Ever since Izumo bought the place, ever since Mikoto became King, ever since I joined a Clan, this was my life right here. It was my job; it was my real home. That apartment I slept in every night meant nothing to me compared to HOMRA's bar. Exhaling my bated breath, I ran my fingers across the smooth wooden countertop that Izumo cherished so much.

Piercing into the silence was a deep voice saying my name. I jumped a bit and turned to see Mikoto standing in the doorway to the stairs that led to the second floor. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but I could clearly make out his slim, firm figure standing there, thumbs hooked in his pockets, half-lidded amber eyes watching me in veiled curiosity. It was only with him in the room with me, wearing only a black tank-top and shorts, that I suddenly felt self-conscious. I must have looked like a freak to come back to the bar by myself, just standing there.

Blushing, I brushed my hair behind my ear. "Uh, Mikoto," I said nervously, coming around the counter, "did I wake you?"

The King shook his head, studying me as I went over to stand before him. "Never went to sleep yet," he replied, leaning against the doorway. "But I heard a noise down here and came to investigate. What're you doing here anyway?"

Smiling sheepishly, I patted my purse. "Accidentally left my iPod. Can't sleep without it." I shrugged. Mikoto nodded slowly in understanding and then it was quiet. He was a man of few words, so I should have seen it coming. But now that I was alone with him, I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay and talk to him more – just the two of us. I just didn't know what to say. One of the reasons was probably because his outfit.

Mikoto's body was one of the things I liked about him. He was a lazy bastard who didn't do much, but his body was that of a god. He was slender, yet so muscular; lean and tall. The closest I've ever gotten to hugging him was wrapping one arm around him for a picture or a playful coax. Other than that, he wasn't really a hug-y type.

But now when it was just the two of us in the dark, I suddenly wanted to take him into my arms. Blush unwillingly crept to my cheeks as I felt my mood shift from tired and content to needy and hot. I couldn't give in to my carnal desires, though, and I knew that. I had promised myself that I wouldn't try anything on him. Ohh, but I wanted to. He was there for the taking, bare biceps tempting me closer.

Swallowing hard, I shifted my (e/c) eyes away and shifted. "W-well" – I cleared my throat – "I guess I should go home." Before I knew what I was doing, I had leaned over and gave him a friendly peck on the cheek. "Sleep well, King." Now I definitely had to get out of there before he suspected anything. Lowering my head to avoid his wide-eyed stare, I started off to the door.

A strong hand snatching up my wrist halted me.

In that split second, a million thoughts zipped through my mind. Oh crap, he's pissed. He is so pissed! Would he punch me? Would he tell me never to come back? Or worse! What if this means our friendship is over? Shit! It was just a friendly kiss! Honest! How am I gonna-

"You just kissed me."

His statement of the obvious cut me off. I blinked twice, a bit stunned. "Yes…A friendly kiss. Sorry, man, I didn't-"

Without warning, Mikoto grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the wall, causing me to drop my purse in the process. His lips crashed onto mine, kissing me with passionate hunger. It was after that that I couldn't resist him any longer. I kissed back, lips desperate to taste him more.

We headed upstairs quietly, careful not to be too loud in case we woke Anna. In his bedroom, I was shoved onto the bed where he tore my rain-wet clothes from my body. Mikoto's hands were professional as he brought me immense pleasure with the littlest things he did. Once he was as bare and exposed as I was, he placed himself on top of me. Our eyes locked and for a moment I caught myself wondering just what the fuck I was doing. This was my best friend. What could we be jeopardizing after tonight? Then I realized that I didn't care. And I gave myself to Mikoto's lustful mouth; his rough grip; his ruthless thrusts.

That night was the first night I made love to Mikoto Suoh, but it wasn't the last. When we finished that night, I stayed for a while before deciding that it was best to go home. I would have to return Izumo's car, and Mikoto was so quiet I wondered if he really let the act sink in and began to regret it. But just as I went to get out of bed, he wrapped his arm around my waist and held me closely.

"Stay here," he ordered into my neck.

I allowed my eyes to slide closed. "Yes, King…"

After that day, Mikoto and I met up when we could to share more nights together. All the while we never let on to anyone else what was going on between us. He was careful not to leave marks anywhere noticeable; I was careful to control myself around our friends. With each session, I found myself falling for him more and more. It was hard to hide my longing stare from across the room during the day. I started to suspect that Tatara figured it out, but he never said anything about it.

However, just one week ago, things changed. He hadn't been out of his room for three days. He did that sometimes, and it worried me to no end. So on the third night, I visited him. When I entered his room, he was lying on his couch, arm slung over his eyes, fire dancing around his body. At first, when I tried to talk to him, he ignored me. And when I touched his arm, he actually lashed out at me with his flames.

It didn't hurt, but the look on his face was the most heartbreaking thing I'd ever seen. I'd never seen him look so concerned. To show him that I was all right, I pulled him into an embrace. We stayed like that for a long while – hugging in silence, letting him know that I would always be there for him. We had never told each other those three words, but that hug was all I needed. After what felt like an eternity of silence, we made love once again on that couch.

His mood sort of improved after that. He stayed in his room for one more day, and then when he came back downstairs the following day, he was back to his old self. I was glad, but I couldn't enjoy it long. That was when the morning sickness started. Which brings me to my current issue: the stick in my hand with that mocking smiley face silently staring back at me.

I was overthinking it, no doubt. But I still couldn't be sure how he would react. How would I tell him? Where would I tell him? What were the right words to use?

I debated these things as I slowly trudged my way to HOMRA. I felt like my whole world was crashing. A baby. I couldn't take care of a baby; I'm not cut out to be a mother. I'm a gangster, for Christ's sake! HOMRA was no place to be raising children. And, no offense to Mikoto, but he wasn't exactly fatherly material. He took good care of Anna Kushina, but his detached personality and episodes of depressing isolation wouldn't be good when I needed his help most caring for this thing.

When I finally made it to the steps of the bar, I hesitated. Maybe I should talk to Izumo about it first. Let him know what he deserves to know as our best friend.

No.

Mikoto had to be the first to know. The King had to be the one to make the decision whether to keep it or not. I wasn't really sure what I wanted to hear; I just wanted it to be the right choice.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to enter the building. The gang was all there as usual. Tatara was wowing Anna with his skills on the guitar as he practiced the new song he made. Yata was playing video games on a portable system with Kamamoto and Bandou. Eric and Fujishima played with the lost kitten the latter had recently rescued. Meanwhile Yo, Shohei, and Masaomi talked with Izumo casually as they drank at the counter. And then there was Mikoto, sitting in the corner, cigarette in hand, expression blank.

Upon seeing him, I couldn't breathe. I almost wanted to throw up again. At the sound of the jingling bell, the men raised their heads and greeted me all in their own ways, but my eyes stayed locked on Mikoto, who barely shifted his gaze to see me. My words failed me. I couldn't even conjure a smile.

Yata waved me over. "Hey, (y/n)! Come over here and help me out with this level, will ya?" he called.

I barely understood a word he said. My mind went blank. My mouth opened slightly, unable to find my voice. I could only focus on Mikoto.

When Yata, Kamamoto, and Bandou noticed my tremulous hands, each of them shared a concerned look. Bandou lowered his shades a bit to look at me. "Yo, (y/n)?" he asked gently. "You all right?"

At the question, more attention was drawn my way, which didn't make me feel any better. I could already see the scene about to unfold. Did I really have the courage to speak up? Was I truly prepared for whatever his reaction would be?

Instead, my legs switched to autopilot, leading me over to where Mikoto sat. By the look of my strange expression, he sensed something was wrong and sat upright. I stopped when I was right in front of him, barely able to meet his eyes. He, on the other hand, looked at me levelly, eyebrow arched, awaiting my first sentence. All eyes were on us by then. I was sure each of them knew something was wrong, they just had no idea what the real problem was.

Why couldn't I speak to him? Why was it so hard? Was it just my hormones, or was it genuinely because I knew he couldn't react well to this?

"M-Mikoto, I…" I started, voice cracking. Tears glistened in my (e/c) eyes. He had just enough time to put out his cigarette before my knees went weak and I threw myself into his arms. Though it startled some of the others, Mikoto barely flinched. He caught me and wrapped his arms around me as if it was a routine he had already grown accustomed to.

I buried my face in his neck, tightening my arms around his firm torso. His familiar scent of cigarette and only a spritz of cologne engulfed me as he gently stroked my (h/c) hair. It was in that moment of inhaling his heavenly scent that I began to fear what this news would do not only to the two of us but to the rest of HOMRA. What have I done?

My shoulders shuddered as I choked on a sob, unwillingly wetting his neck with my tears, but he didn't seem to care. "What happened?" his deep voice whispered, his warm breath fanning over my ear. Something about the way he whispered it told me something. By asking that question, I understood that he was worried about me. He – like the others – were under the impression that I must have been hurt somehow. I didn't want them to think that. Look at me, making them worry like that. I was so selfish!

Before my rollercoaster of emotions got any worse, I had to tell him. "Mikoto, I'm pregnant," I bemoaned.

Now he tensed. A gasp escaped a few members of the Red Clan. Izumo's jaw dropped. Yo spit out his beer. Yata actually shouted out, "WHAT?!" Anna only tilted her head in innocence.

It took a few moments for things to really settle down. Why were they all so shocked? It only made me feel worse. I tried burying myself deeper into Mikoto's arms, but he slid his hands up my back and held my shoulders. Not giving any effort into being gentle, he forced me to look him in the eyes.

"You're pregnant," he echoed.

I sniffled, tears pouring onto my cheeks without my permission, and nodded.

"It's mine?" he asked, arching an eyebrow though the rest of his face remained emotionless.

"Yes, of course it's yours, dummy!" I snapped. "Why else would I tell you first?"

His lips crashed onto mine unexpectedly. The Red King kissed me in front of everyone! There was a number of mixed reactions that I couldn't take note of because I was too preoccupied with the sweet kiss being pressed to my lips. Shyly, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. Mikoto's large hands found their way to my stomach where they rested as if he could already feel the baby growing inside me.

When he pulled away, he looked me in the eye. His emotionless expression never changed as his amber eyes took me in. "Quit crying," he said gently, thumbing away my tears. My heart warmed as he placed a kiss on my forehead, assuring me that everything was going to be okay from now on.

"Yes, King…" I whispered and held him in my arms until I was damn well ready to let go.

Next drabble: "Romance"