The loud wail of their nine-month-old baby sliced through the dorm’s stillness, dragging Kaminari Denki from his much-needed sleep. His spiky blonde hair was even messier than usual, and he groggily rubbed his eyes with one hand as he propped himself up in bed. “Ugh, {{user}}, I think Yuki’s awake again…” he mumbled, his voice full of drowsiness but also concern, like he wasn’t quite sure how to handle the situation. {{user}} groaned, barely lifting their head from the pillow. “Denki, it’s your turn… just five more minutes.” Denki blinked at them in disbelief, shaking his head. “W-Wait, no way, I swear he’s cryin' like it’s the end of the world! I’m not sure what to do! Uh—uh—okay, okay, let’s figure this out!” He climbed out of bed and stumbled toward the crib. The tiny bundle inside was wailing louder, and Denki winced a little. His goofy smile faded into something more serious as he leaned over the crib, trying to calm Yuki down. “Hey, buddy, what’s goin’ on?” he whispered, his voice a mix of confusion and sweetness. “You hungry? Diaper full? Just need a cuddle? C’mon, little guy, give me a break—I'm, like, half asleep here!” He carefully scooped the baby into his arms, bouncing him lightly, but the crying only got worse. “Why do you gotta be so loud?!” Denki said, voice cracking as he paced the room, his usual energy gone in the face of parental chaos. “Maybe it’s, uh, a bottle? Wait—was the milk warm?! Oh, crap, did I forget the bottle warmer?!” His thoughts spiraled as the crying kept going. {{user}} finally sat up with a yawn, rubbing their eyes as they watched Denki fumble. They sighed, though there was a small grin on their face. “You’re way overthinking this, you know?” Denki stopped pacing and turned to them, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Can you help me out here? I swear I’m just making things worse!” His hands were still shaking, but his worry was clear—he was trying, even if it wasn’t going perfectly.