Chapter warning: This entry contains BL. I think this will be my most... explicit entry. Read at your own risk (or just skip it. This is just a rare case).

Entry#5:

The Dreaded MPreg

Kuroko was beyond pissed. Every single one of them, no matter who he was paired up with, he would always be written as the bottom. Always. That is, 90% of the time, whether it was with Akashi, Aomine, Kagami, Murasakibara, Midorima, or even Kise! Heck, he's manlier than Kise, so why can't Kise be the bottom? Or even Akashi? Aomine once commented that Akashi was like a nagging mother, right?

Right. Blame the tropes.

Just because he's the shortest among them... his skin is paler than theirs... and his eyes rounder... His stamina also sucks, he's not into violence, and his appetite is like a girl's... okay, maybe he should stop thinking about it; he's even starting to sound like a girl in his mind!

He silently cursed the fanfics.

Putting all of those aside, he still believes that he's manlier than... how they usually describe him. Also, there was a larger matter at hand. It's a fact of life that Males Don't Get Pregnant (he had to bold, capitalize, and italicize it), that is, not unless you're a fish or a seahorse – a fact he learned when he confirmed with Midorima that it was indeed impossible for human males to get pregnant. But why was it that every now and again, he would come across a male pregnancy fic? Maybe he should imagine the characters as seahorses instead! But the thing he was most indignant at was that 99% of the time, it was him who was always getting pregnant! Him, who always got to suffer the 9 months of torture! Him, who was always getting treated as a girl!

He felt that his masculinity was always being questioned, and that hurts his male pride. He felt that his self-esteem was sinking low. He wanted to see a fic where the others were getting pregnant by him for a change, if only to give a boost to his wounded pride. He decided that something must be done.

He heard the front door open, and he knew that Akashi was back from his classes.

He and Akashi happen to go to the same college, and because of that, they decided that it was more convenient to rent a two-room apartment somewhere nearby. Somewhere along the way, they grew closer than they were before, which led them to experiment on various things. Thus, they ended up 'dating' each other... or sorts.

It has been already 3 months since they have established that set-up. And though they were far from ignorant from the bedroom activities that came with their relationship (it's what led them to that set-up after all), they have rarely gone to that part – the last base, the final boss, or whatever you wish to call it. They were both males, and they prefer to shove things rather than having things shoved into them. But in rare cases that they did reach that last part, Kuroko would always end up on the receiving end – not because he liked it, mind you, but only to compromise with Akashi's absolute dominant attitude.

But now, he couldn't let it off. He was also a man, a manly man, and he wanted to be at the giving end for once! And what opportunity would be as perfect as that Saturday night? A devious plan started to form inside his head.

Light footfalls came near and lights suddenly flooded the small living room.

"Tetsuya? If you're home, you should have turned on the lights," Akashi said.

"Welcome home, Akashi-kun," he greeted with a smile. "Can you come over for a moment? I have something to tell you, and I'm a bit embarrassed to say it aloud."

Akashi was perplexed, but he followed nonetheless. He went in front of the couch where Kuroko sat with his tablet – reading something from the Internet again, his mind supplied him. He put his knee on the couch and leaned towards Kuroko for a greeting kiss...

when suddenly, Kuroko grabbed Akashi's necktie and pulled him down to his level. Then he leaned up, went past his cheek, until his mouth was right over the redhead's ear. Then he whispered something that flustered the normally composed redhead.

'All f*cked out,' was the only thing Akashi could describe how he was feeling the morning after. His head was throbbing, and his body felt very sore. He almost thought that Kuroko went into ZONE last night.

He suddenly felt nauseous.

He quickly scrambled towards the bathroom, ignoring his throbbing head and the sharp pain on his backside as he stood up. Then he emptied what little he had for dinner yesterday when Kuroko decided to grace him with a short break for the meal. Seriously, where did Kuroko get all that stamina?

His stomach lurched again.

What was wrong with him? He rarely got sick, and the last time he remembered vomiting was back in grade school when he had a nasty flu.

Then he remembered the things Kuroko hotly whispered on his ears while he was... None of them were true, right? He knew that Kuroko loved children, that's why he wanted to be a preschool teacher in the first place. But asking, and even demanding him to... and the way he breathed it on his ear as he...

He bit back a curse as he was starting to get flustered again. He could already feel that he was getting hot.

It was impossible for males to get pregnant, that much he knew. But Kuroko's passionate words from last night were affecting him. He couldn't believe that last night, amidst the throes of passion, he threw out logic and even agreed to mother Kuroko's child!

A wave of dizzying nausea hit him again. He was starting to have doubts. What if he really was getting knocked up? Does that mean that this was morning sickness? He knew that morning sickness was not supposed to happen the morning after, not until a few weeks, but then again he was male, and males weren't supposed to get pregnant.

... Was he?

It was in an ungodly hour of 5:55 AM in the morning when Midorima's phone rang. He silently cursed the caller as he fumbled for his glasses and his phone. He was quite startled to find that the caller's name was Akashi. Kise, Satsuki, or even Takao would call him in this hour, maybe, but not Akashi; Akashi was a reasonable man and he won't go calling someone he knew was still asleep – not unless it was very important. All sleepiness forgotten, he quickly answered the phone.

"Hello, Akashi?"

"Midorima... I... " Now Midorima felt very alarmed. Akashi's voice sounded too weak, unsure, and even vulnerable. The proud Akashi was anything but vulnerable.

"Akashi, is there something wrong?"

"... I think I'm pregnant."

"..."

He quickly hang up. No, he just didn't hear that. It was one thing coming from Kuroko, but from Akashi? Inconceivable. He concluded that he must still be asleep. That phone call never happened.

He went back to bed.

PBJane: Spur of the moment thing... ah, oh well. I apologize for the vague parts. I tried to make it as... K rated as possible (though the rating is still T).

And no, Akashi is not. His mind is just a bit muddled because he's sick, and coupled with Kuroko's words from last night... well, Akashi didn't stand a chance.

And in the end, I still wrote Akashi and Kuroko. I really want to do stories for the other characters, but Akashi seems like the perfect victim for everything (I'm sorry T^T). Anyway, feel free to make suggestions.