A/N: Katie's at school, and I'm home sick with nothing to do. So…I'm posting~! :D And. I love this one. There really is SO much UST (Unrelieved Sexual Tension for those of you not hip to my lingo) between Atobe and Shishido. --Scarlet

Disclaimer: The writing's not even technically mine this time! It's Katie's. But the characters aren't her's. They're Konomi-sensei's.

Drabble the Forty-third: AtoShishi

"Shit. Shit! What the hell was I thinking?"

"Er--Shishido-san?"

Shishido's head shot up. "Be out in a minute!" He grabbed a length of toilet paper, wrapped the pregnancy test in it, and buried it in the trash can, then quickly washed his hands and opened the door. "Hey," he muttered to Ohtori.

"Shishido-san, what's wrong? You sounded upset?"

"I'm fine, Chou--" Shishido paused, then turned to face the taller boy, fists clenched in fury. "You!"

"I--what did I do?"

"It's all your fault! You suggested--and now--"

"Shishido-san, please calm down," Choutarou said, putting a hand on Shishido's shoulder. "Tell me what's going on."

Shishido took a deep, calming breath. "You convinced me to screw Atobe," he said in a deadly whisper, "and he fucking knocked me up."

Choutarou's eyes widened. "Shishido-san, you're having a baby? That's great news!"

"The hell it is! I don't even like that stupid bastard, and now I'm having his kid? How fucked up is that? And it's all. Your. Fault!"

"Well, Shishido-san... shouldn't you have used protection?"

Shishido opened his mouth to retort, paused, and closed it. "...Shut up."