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-a month later-
Tomohisa and Junko were sitting on the couch in the living room. Junko hasn’t gone to school in a month, which made her feel pretty bored since she has nothing to do at home. To rectify this problem, Kazuko and Tomohisa have been skipping school a lot to visit her. The two of them aren’t getting penalized as the school is understanding of the situation.
“Junko, are you hungry?” Tomohisa asked, looking to his girlfriend.
“Yeah, kinda.”
“I can make you anything you want.”
“Don’t make me anything. My mom already left some food for me in the fridge. I don’t want to make you go through the hassle of cooking when I already have something to eat.”
Tomohisa began to blush.
Ever since last month, Tomohisa has been practical inseparable from his girlfriend. He only goes to school once a week, if not any if he doesn’t want to. He’s been worrying about Junko and his babies’ safety, so he stays with them for as much as possible. He’s been thinking about moving in with Junko, but then he’d have to tell his parents about how she wasn’t really rich and that he got her pregnant.
He was deeply afraid to tell his parents. They might force him to stay, or lock him in the basement again. He could just run out of his house after telling them, but if they find out where he’s living, they might try to hurt Junko and Naoko.
Tomohisa didn’t know what to do. He wanted to bring Junko to them, maybe she could reason with them. However, they’d just end up getting mad as Tomohisa’s parents wanted their son to tell them that he would be siring an heir with Junko as soon as he found out. Obviously, they’d become even more enraged after they found out that their son had impregnated some commoner from the streets.
“Tomohisa? Are you okay? Junko asked, staring at her boyfriend who had spaced out.
“Ye-Yeah. I was just thinking about something.”
“Was it anything important?”
“N-No!” Tomohisa responded, sounding very worried.
“Come on, Tomohisa. You don’t have to tell me anything from me.” Junko rubbed Tomohisa’s chest with her right hand. “Tell me what’s worrying you.”
“I want to move in with you and your mother.”
Junko’s began to smile.
“But… I’d have to tell my parents. My things are too plentiful and too heavy for me to carry them all by myself.”
Junko’s smile quickly faded.
“Oh… I see.”
“I’m worried that they’ll force me to stay with the o-or make me br-break up with-“
“You’re not going to break up with me.” Junko said, sounding quite serious. “Especially if it’s not of your own volition. Talk with your parents if you want to, I’ll be here, at home. If they try to do anything to you, find the nearest phone and call me.”
Tomohisa nodded his head.
Junko stood up and put her hands on Tomohisa’s shoulders.
“I know that by the end of the week, we’ll be living together.”
Junko kissed Tomohisa on the lips.
“I’ll do my best to convince my parents!” Tomohisa said, starting to smile.
-
Tomohisa walked over to the front gates of his house and pressed the button located to the right of it.
“It’s me, Tomohisa.”
The gates opened, allowing him to run to his door.
Before he could reach it, his parents opened the door.
“Tomohisa! You’re finally home!” Mrs. Maruyama gleefully said.
“Mother…” Tomohisa sounded unamused.
“You sound upset. Did something happen between you and Junko?” Mr. Maruyama asked.
“No, father. It’s just that I need to talk with you two?”
“Ask us anything! We’re here for you.”
Tomohisa closed his eyes before taking in a deep breath.
“I impregnated Junko, and she wants to keep the baby.” Tomohisa said, trying yo not sound nervous.
“That’s amazing!” Mrs. Maruyama yelled. She began to tightly hug her son.
“Excellent job, Tomohisa!” Tomohisa’s father shook his hand. “I’m so glad I’ll actually have a proper heir who isn’t bad at everything and spends all of their time in their room.”
Tomohisa didn’t respond.
“Are you going to enter, or are you going to go back to Junko’s side?”
“I’m going inside, mom. I need to get something from my room.”
Tomohisa ran inside, breathing a sigh of relief. He didn’t need to tell his parents about Junko’s social status.
Now that he was running upstairs, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to bring all of his belongings to Junko’s home. His bed and drawers would have to stay here, at least for now. He opened a closet which was filled to the brim with plastic bags. His mother liked to keep plastic bags from the groceries that the butlers would buy, in case she would ever need to carry a large amount of things. He grabbed three plastic bags and ran into his room.
He looked around for a few minutes before deciding on the things that he could carry. He grabbed his books, his perfume, some clothes, and his glasses case.
“That’s all I can carry.” Tomohisa said to himself. He was about to walk out of his room when his parents began walking up stairs. He froze, completely terrified that his parents would see him, bags in hand.
His worst fear came true as his parents saw him, standing still like a statue.
“Tomohisa… why are you holding all those bags?” Tomohisa’s father asked.
“And why are they filled with clothes… and is that your books? Why are you taking them with you?”
“I wanted to sleep over at Junko’s house for a few days! We were planning on going to a fancy restaurant later in the day, so I needed to get my fanciest clothes and some perfume. And since you know how much I love reading, I’m taking them with me so I can read them whenever I want.”
Mr. Maruyama’s right eye raised his eyebrow.
“Could you take us to see Junko’s house? I want to see the place where my son spends so much of his time at.”
“N-No!”
“I’m sure that if Junko really was as wealthy as she says, then you wouldn’t mind showing us.”
“Well sh-she-“
“Is Junko even pregnant?”
“She really is! It’s just that I don’t want to show you her house because-“
Tomohisa mother walked over to him and slapped him across the face.
“HOW DARE YOU IMPREGNATED SOME STREET WHORE!” She screamed.
“I’m disappointed in you, Tomohisa. Not only did you date some poor hobo, but you also knocked her up.”
Tomohisa wanted to scream at his parents, but before he could even open his mouth, his father began speaking.
“How dare you commit such a crime against this family! GO BE WITH JUNKO FOR ALL I CARE! NEVER COME BACK TO THIS HOUSE! FROM THIS MOMENT, YOU ARE NOT MY SON!”
Tomohisa started walking away, not turning back to catch a glimpse of his parents.
-
Tomohisa opened the door to Junko’s house. She was sitting on the couch of her living room, watching TV as usual.
“Tomohisa, you’re back!” Junko got up and hugged her boyfriend. She moved back in shock when she noticed the large red handprint on her boyfriend’s left cheek. “To-Tomohisa, what did they do to you?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.”
“But you’re hurt!”
“My mom slapped me, but it doesn’t really hurt anymore.”
Tomohisa raised the bags full of his belongings.
“Anyway, I got my things! I can officially move in with you. Just tell your mom to be me a futon.”
“All right, Tomohisa!”