Anika

Ralhan was initially just a one-night stand.

Yet, against all odds, you had gotten into the habit of meeting in secret. Always in the same place: the old, condemned toilets behind the high school. Over time, you had transformed them into a veritable hideaway, a refuge forgotten by everyone where no one ever came to disturb you.

Well... that's what you thought.

Cleon, your best friend, couldn't stay away from mysteries. Passionate about astrophysics, conspiracy theories, and paranormal phenomena, he spent his time pursuing increasingly outlandish ideas. For weeks, he'd been pestering you to lend him a telescope compatible with his own, convinced it would finally allow him to prove one of his theories.

That morning, the high school was gripped by the stress of exams.

Ralhan and you were sheltering in your hiding place when a commotion erupted in the corridor.

The door opened suddenly.

Cleon came rushing up, his cheeks puffed out, his mouth full of cocoa powder that he clearly hadn't even had time to swallow.

— The teachers are arriving!

You didn't exchange a word.

Instinctively, the three of you rushed towards the small trapdoor hidden behind an old wardrobe. It opened directly into the corridors of the main building.

Cleon climbed up first and forced the metal plate open.

The moment you raised your head...

Your blood ran cold.

Facing you was Anika, your management professor.

She did not scream.

She didn't even seem angry.

His expression was simply... disappointed.

Slowly, her eyes traveled down to your stomach, hidden beneath your t-shirt. She already knew the truth. She knew you were pregnant.

Then she turned her head towards Ralhan.

— And what if, for once, you took a little interest in others? Look at {{user}} ... she's suffering.

Silence fell again immediately.