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Slowly Nitori walked through the locker room, making sure no body was around. Then he stood in front of his Senpai’s locker, hands shaking, his breathing was uneven, and his heart beating faster than ever before. He pulled his hands from behind and shakily opened the locker. He could see Rin’s shoes, and his bag with his belongings on it. He quickly placed the letter inside, shut the locker and ran away.
After practice everyone headed to the locker room, Nitori anxiously took a shower and started to dress as fast as he could, but Rin came out of the showers and started to change next to Nitori. Rin pulled out his bag and the letter fell to the floor, getting a little wet from the water dripping from Rin's still wet body. Nitori gasped and turned the other way, he continued changing but his time his movements were forced he had to get out of there. He heard someone say, “hey what is that?” And he turned around, the guy changing next to Rin pointing to the letter on the floor. “I don't know” Rin said picking up the letter, and examining the envelope with his name on it. He opened and start reading it. He could feel everyone's eyes on him. It was a confession letter but it did not have a senders name. Just a little heart at the end. He thought he kind of recognized the hand writing but he couldn't tell where he had seen it before.
“What is it?” Someone asked.
“Nothing” Rin replied in a flat voice shoving the letter in his bag, letting them know that he was not going to put up with any kind of teasing.
Everyone resumed to getting dress, Nitori left as soon as he was done, he didn't wait for Momo nor Rin like he usually did. He got onto his bed and tried to comfort himself, he finally confessed to his senpai although anonymously he still manage to express his feeling before his beloved left to go and pursue his dreams…
… Nitori shook his head it was funny how he could remember that afternoon better than any other day in his life, better than the day he opened his own bakery better than when he bought his own house, and almost better that the day he decided he wanted to have a child. It had been five years ago and he felt that the only thing he needed to feel fully accomplished was a child of his own by the time he was 22 there was nothing he could possibly want. Nothing other than a family of his own. He had tried dating, but not all guys were interested in going steady and adopting a child, so he decided to adopt one by himself, but he found out that even if you have money and are stable, if you are a single male it is almost impossible to adopt.
He had almost given up, but two years ago when he turned 25, he heard about this new fake uterus that were initially designed for women, but later altered for almost anybody if you wanted to have a child and you could afford all the procedures you could have one. He started taking hormones and then went on with the surgery. After that he went to see his doctor every month to check his progress and how his body was accommodating the uterus. He would not be able to breast feed but he didn't mind he just wanted someone that was his no matter what happened, he knew it was selfish to want to try to have someone by his side that way, but he was determined to be the best father and he would definitely make his child love him. He knew he was going to spoil him, but he would try his best to be the best single father there could be.
Nitori was sitting in his bakery, remembering all this important moments in his life, because today was the day he was going to find out if he could get pregnant or if he had to wait and go though other procedures to be able to carry a child full term. He could feel it his results were going to be favorable. And he would be able to have a child he could feel it. As the time of his appointment approached he took off his apron, “Yuki, I will be leaving now please close the shop when you are done and go home.” “Yes, Nitori San” she said with a smile. She knew every month on the 13th she was in charge of closing the bakery, they closed early and she got to take all the left overs home. Nitori’s cakes were the best in town, and he was often hired to make cakes with designs on them, he was really creative and skilled. That's how he got all his money.
Nitori parked his car took a few deep breaths and headed inside the clinic. He wrote his name in the sign in sheet and waited for his name to be called it felt like it took ages for a nurse to come and get him. They weighted him took his measures and some sample, that like every month he was embarrassed to hand in. It was the same routine every time he came to the clinic. He was seated at the front again and told to wait for the doctor. Then he started to panic it was the same routine what if he had to continue with the medication, what if he was not compatible with the uterus after all? This thoughts started to cloud his mind as he waited.
“Nitori san” called his doctor. He quickly got up and followed him.
The doctor went through the pages making little notes and nodding. “Well…?” Nitori asked starting to lose his cool.
The doctor looked at him and then back at the paper. He stood up put this hand in Nitori’s shoulder and smiled “Congratulations Nitori san. From today on you can safely get pregnant.”