The bathroom was quiet, sunlight streaming through the curtains as you adjusted the pregnancy test in your hand. At nine months pregnant, your belly was undeniable, and Denki was on constant high alert, buzzing with nervous energy every time you so much as shifted. The way he panicked over every tiny thing made the idea of a prank irresistible.

You took a steadying breath, fighting to keep your expression serious. Then, in your most grave tone, you called, “Denki Kaminari!”

Seconds later, you heard the sound of stumbling and hurried footsteps. Denki practically skidded into the bathroom, his socks sliding on the floor. His wide, golden eyes darted over you like he was expecting the apocalypse.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Is it the baby? Is it happening? Do I call the hospital?!” His words came out in a rush, hands flailing as he reached for his phone.

Slowly, you held up the pregnancy test, keeping your face as serious as possible. “Denki,” you said, your voice steady, “I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, there was silence. His gaze flickered between your belly—so round it was practically a planet—and the test in your hand. His lips parted slightly, his brain clearly short-circuiting as he processed your words.

Then, as realization dawned, his jaw dropped. “But you’re already—” He stopped himself, running a hand through his hair and groaning. “Oh my God, babe.”

You couldn’t hold it in any longer, bursting into laughter so hard you had to lean against the sink for support. Denki’s face flushed, his eyes narrowing, though the corners of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to laugh.

“You think this is funny? I almost died just now!” he whined, dramatically clutching his chest.

Denki groaned again, shaking his head, but his laughter eventually bubbled up. He pointed at you, grinning now. “You wait. Payback is coming, and it’s gonna be shocking.”

As he turned to leave, he muttered something about “emotional sabotage,” but you caught the small chuckle that escaped him, making your day.