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“we’re at a party and i lost a bet so now i have to go up to five guys my friends choose and purposely mess up pick up lines and oh-no you’re that person i had a crush on over the summer i’m so sorry” au

It’d be fuuun.

That’s what they all say before they tell you that there would be some fun and games and when you lose a bet you’d have to do something quite... stupid. Hearing the request as to what it was that she’d have to do, she at first thought ‘oh, this should be easy’...-- At least.. Until the 5 guys whom she’d have to use pickup lines on and purposely mess up on were pointed out.

“Oh shit.” She muttered under her breath at the sight of the brunet that certainly had her heart skip in more than one occasion.

Not being one to back out of a challenge, she went on her way to start with the first four guys-- it being easy as she imagined. They were pretty easy to talk to and she did manage to do them just fine. At least.. Until it came to that fourth one that she was starting to dread going through it rather quickly.. It only meant that she would finally have to speak to him.

Taking a deep breath, she adjusted herself some before taking the leap to at say the thing (which, btw.. she had been looking up for pickup lines before talking to these guys.. smh) .. the cheesy thing.

Being face to face with him, she could feel herself get rather flustered and warm to the touch and heart beating way too fast. Okay.. Better say this before she passes out or something.

“A-Are you a m-magician? B-Because whenever I look at you, everyone else d-disappears!” --

"There was so much blood."

How often was it that the brunette had gotten the dreams— memories running back in her head during the middle of the night and all? Way too often. Each and every time in these dreams, the same, familiar, sticky, oozing, warm feeling between her legs.

Waking up with a scream, her hands were quick to examine around her body and make sure that it was all okay, it was all normal as it should have been. She could feel Touya stirring in bed from her scream and possibly her frantic search on herself.

Sneaking back into her own home at veeeery early morning, Hilda took a few looks around to make sure that the coast was clear. All in the Green she was as she carried on to sneak in all the way to their bathroom.

Having had brutally lost in battle against her boyfriend, she had pretty much ran away to train with Beartics in the mountain. Washing away the dried blood from her many falls and cuts she got from training away. Seeing that she was mostly cleaned up, she attempted to dry most of that hair she had before leaving the bathroom.

But this was different, she had been spotting more than what she read could happen and to make things worse, it just felt like it was becoming heavier. There was a mess of blood between her legs, wasn't there? The same kind of mess she would wake up to when she was late.

No... No.. She was imagining things.... She was fine, right?

Even so, she reached on over to the lamp table to grab on her phone and look at her symptom checker app. Pressing on the pelvis area, she scrolled through some of the selections before figuring out what to put in. Abdominal discomfort, warm to the touch.. Heavier vaginal bleeding..

It wasn't until she pressed the latter that a small pop-up came up asking if she was pregnant or not. Hesitating at first to see what it would say, she went on to press yes. The second the next thing popped up, she was loss for words. Seek urgent help if experiencing vaginal bleeding during pregnant and the two of the possible results on the side being early pregnancy and miscarriage.

To find out the truth about this, she didn't want to. It was a feeling that she was having during the week full of pain, now she didn't want it to be real. With her arms moving to tug her pillow closer to herself, she tried to hold back her tears but it was hard with how much her chest was hurting now. Stupid.. stupid.. Hilda repeated on in her head as she sobbed into her pillow.

After hesitating for days on end and always ending up clicking backspace on her messages, Hilda finally got the nerve to send her boyfriend a message.

Gross... Hot.. Sweaty.. Messy..

The fact that she was throwing up yet again almost a full week after her little victories got her thinking that this really might have not been anxiety that got her worked up. It wasn't the possible chance that she would lose terribly against her formal rival (just as she had done so not that long ago) and in front of his group of students to add to that that had gotten her so worked up.

This was definitely more than that. Yes she knew that her period had skipped again.. There was one possible thing that it could be.

But the test came back as negative.. This really shouldn’t be it.. Is there another possible thing going on?

Please... please… please…

Even though she would beg herself for it to not carry on, she found herself hovering over the can as she threw up some more.