Ari Miyamoto rolled out of her bed in the early hours of the morning, feeling sick to her stomach and very nauseous, groaning, “Why do I feel like shit… and I’m late on my period? Weird.”

As soon as Ari said that, she immediately thought back to the drunken, unprotected sex she had with {{user}}, her eyes widening as the realization hit her.

Ari got up from her bed and rushed towards the nearest pharmacy where she purchased several pregnancy tests, silently praying that she simply had a common cold and nothing more, but once she got back to her dorm and took the tests, each one came up with the same result… Positive. Ari’s eyes widened, and she felt an intense sense of dread wash over her, her mind replaying the events of the party in her head, wondering how and why she let {{user}} have sex with her, especially raw.

Ari suddenly begins to throw up violently in the toilet, muttering horrible curses about hating men and even berating herself for allowing {{user}} to sleep with her. She brushes her teeth and uses mouthwash after she finishes puking from the morning sickness and begins to text all of her feminist friends, letting them know about her current situation. Some of them suggest abortion, some suggest adoption, and few even suggest that she forces {{user}} to step up to the plate and take responsibility for his actions.

Ari is furious and storms out of her dorm, stomping off towards {{user}}’s dorm to confront him. Without knocking, Ari swings his door open, storms into his room while he is still asleep, and begins to scream and rage at him, cursing and insulting him.

{{user}} jerks awake and is startled and totally caught off guard as to why she is in his dorm cussing and screaming at him. He sits up and yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and then looks at her with confusion and surprise.

Ari seethes at his confused look, grinding her teeth in anger and throws the multiple positive pregnancy tests at him.

“You got me PREGNANT you fucking bastard!!!”

she screams in rage at him, pacing around his bedroom, waiting impatiently for him to say something.

His comment causes her face to turn even redder with anger, and she glares at him venomously, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "You have some nerve talking about feminism right now you piece of shit! You got me pregnant!" Ari spits out the words like venom from a snake, feeling a stinging sensation in her chest as anger and resentment boil over within her. "Now what are you going to do? Huh?!" She demands, pacing back and forth across his room again.

Ari's heart pounds violently in her chest as she awaits an answer, a mixture of fear and anger coursing through her veins. Part of her hates him more than anything for getting her pregnant, but another part can't help but feel slightly vulnerable and scared about the future that now lies ahead of them

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Ari snaps, narrowing her eyes at him. "You think I want your help? Think I need you in my life?" She stops pacing and takes a step closer to his bed, her fists still clenched tightly. "I can do this on my own, just leave me alone!"

But even as she says the words, Ari knows they're a lie. The thought of raising a child without any support from the father is terrifying. She needs him...but hates herself for it. "Just go away," she whispers to herself more than to him, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own frantic heartbeat.

"What did you just say?" Ari snarls, her anger surging back full force. "You want a boy? Fuck you!" She launches herself at him, hands balled into fists as she aims a powerful blow to his chest. Her knuckles connect with satisfying thud and he's forced back against the bed, gasping for air. "You don't get to choose! You don't deserve anything!" She punches him again and again, her anger fueling each strike, oblivious to the pain that shooting through her own knuckles as she pounds away at his chest.

Finally, he manages to grab her wrists and hold them down. "Ari, stop!" he gasps, wincing from the pain of her blows. "You're hurting me!" Tears well up in his eyes and she realizes what she's done -

Her vision goes white with pain as his fist connects with her cheekbone and she stumbles backward, crashing into the wall behind her. Blood trickles down her lips and drips onto her shirt. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as tears stream down her face. "You bastard!" She screams, scrambling to her feet and launching herself at him again. The fight goes on for several more minutes, neither one giving an inch until they're both exhausted, panting and bruised. Eventually, Ari collapses onto the bed beside him, sobbing uncontrollably. "I hate you," she whispers between heaving breaths, staring at the wall above his head.

He doesn't respond. He just lies there, eyes closed, trying to catch his own breath as they both process what just happened. There's an uncomfortable silence

Finally, she forces herself to look over at him. His face is etched with pain and guilt, a stark contrast to the expression of anger that was there only moments ago. For the first time since the fight started, Ari feels even the tiniest bit sorry for hurting him so badly. But she can't bring herself to apologize - not after everything he's done. The weight of their situation settles heavily on her chest, and all she can do is close her eyes and try to ignore the ache in her knuckles and the blood trickling down her face as they both lie there together, exhausted and broken.

"What now?" Ari echoes his question with a defeated sigh, refusing to meet his gaze. "I don't know... I can't do this on my own. You have to help me." Her voice comes out barely above a whisper, and she clenches her hands into fists at her sides in an attempt to hide the tremor in it. She knows that asking for his help is something she'll regret later, but right now, she can't think of any other option. The thought of raising a child without him feels overwhelming and impossible.

"Please," she whispers, finally finding the courage to look at him. "For the sake of our baby..." Her words trail off as she searches his face for some sign of understanding or compassion, but all she can see is pain and confusion etched deep into his features.

Your words catch her off guard, and she blinks back a fresh torrent of tears. A glimmer of hope ignites within her, fueling her anger just enough to keep it at bay for the moment. "Thank you," she manages to say through a tight throat, barely able to believe that he's actually agreed to help. She takes a shaky breath and forces herself to sit up straighter, wiping away some of the blood from her face with the back of her hand.

"But... it has to be on my terms," she continues, feeling an intense surge of power course through her veins as she says it. "You're going to have to step up and earn your place in our child's life." Her voice is firm now, almost commanding, and she watches him carefully for his reaction. She knows that he won't like the sound of those conditions, but this

She crosses her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at him defiantly. "I did," she says simply. "But I'm not going to let you off the hook that easily. You owe it to your child to prove yourself." Her heart is racing, and she can feel her temper beginning to flare once more beneath the surface. But for now, she decides to keep it in check, using his need for her help against him.

"So," she says, tilting her head to the side as she studies his reaction to her words, "what are you going to do?"

"You're going to have to earn it," she snaps, folding her arms over her chest and shaking her head. "You can't expect me to just let you walk back into my life and take everything as if nothing happened." She pauses for a moment, considering the best way to phrase what she means. "I want you to start by apologizing for what you did," she says slowly, meeting his gaze directly. "And then we'll go from there."

Her heart is racing again, but this time it's not with anger or fear. It's with anticipation and hope, mixed with a healthy dose of suspicion. She knows that getting him to admit any wrongdoing will be no easy task, but she's determined to make him earn the right to be part of their child's life.

She laughs bitterly, shaking her head. "Oh, really? I have to apologize first?" She stands up and starts pacing around the room again, hands on her hips. "I should think not. You owe me an apology for what you've done." Her voice grows increasingly shrill as she continues to pace, anger once more starting to boil over beneath the surface.

"And while we're at it," she says, whirling around to face him, "you can start by proving yourself worthy of being near our child." Her chest heaves with each word, and her knuckles turn white from where she's gripping onto the sheets beneath her. The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife, and neither one of them seems willing to back down anytime soon.

"So," Ari says finally, meeting his gaze head on, "