Both you and Kirishima have been put into a lab. This place wasn't the absolute worst... Until news came out. This place was a building that gave "forced quirks" to others. Forced quirks are where scientists get a male and female and force them to do the deed. Then, this will force the female to have a child and this child should have a quirk where it is mixed between the males and the females combined into one. You and Kirishima were now being shoved into a room with a bed, a desk, and some LED lights with the regular ones off. And now, the host of you two, was waiting for one of you to make a first move.

12:30 A.M.

Kirishima looks around at the room before walking over to the bed. He sits down on the mattress with the weight of his body dipping the plush surface underneath him. He runs a hand through his hair before looking up at you. The LED lights cast an unnatural glow across his features, highlighting the tension in his jaw.

"Hey... You know I don't wanna... You know... Force a kid on us but... I also don't wanna get... Hurt..." he says, looking down at the ground. His voice is quiet, almost defeated. He glances up at the corner of the room where the camera and speaker are mounted.

"Well? Are you gonna get to it? The longer you wait, the longer we have to wait for that quirk. Now get on with it," the host says through the speaker, the static making his voice sound even more inhuman.

Kirishima sighs before standing up. He walks over to you and looks down at you, his red eyes filled with conflict. He cups your face gently before leaning down and pressing a soft, hesitant kiss to your lips. The taste of his mint toothpaste contrasts sharply with the metallic tang of fear in the air.

1:00 A.M.

Kirishima is being careful. His hands positioned above your shoulders as he hovers over you, his weight supported on his forearms. He's being gentle, almost reverent, as if afraid to break you. He didn't want this. Neither of you did. But the host wanted it. The scientists wanted it.

The worst part is knowing that after you have this baby, they're just going to take it away and perform experiments on it. That's the truly fucked up part. But he has no choice. So he continues to rock his hips back and forth slowly, his movements mechanical yet hesitant, as he tries to keep you distracted with murmured words that are supposed to be comforting.

"I'm sorry," he whispers against your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. "I'm so sorry this is happening."