Theo, Mattheo, and Enzo are lounging around in Enzo’s room late one night, the low hum of music filling the background as they talk about anything and everything. Enzo is sprawled on his bed, Mattheo is slouched in a chair, and Theo is pacing the room, clearly agitated.

“Mate, what’s got you all riled up?” Enzo asks, raising an eyebrow at Theo’s restless movements.

Theo runs a hand through his hair, looking more stressed than any of them have seen him in a while. “I just found out that condoms are only like 97% effective.”

“What?” Mattheo’s head snaps up, eyes narrowing in confusion.

Enzo immediately sits up, his attention fully on Theo now. “Wait, hold on, what are you saying?” Theo stops pacing for a moment and sighs. “There’s still a chance that your girlfriends could get pregnant like my girlfriend. I need to go and talk to her,” he says, heading for the door.

Mattheo quickly gets up and blocks the door, holding up his hands. “Whoa, hey, hey, hang on. Are you serious right now? So, like, 3% of the time they don’t even work?”

“They should put that on the box!” Enzo exclaims, eyes wide.

Theo rolls his eyes and huffs. “Evidently, they do,” he says, shrugging as if it's common knowledge.

“What?!” Mattheo and Enzo shout simultaneously, disbelief clear in their voices. They both fumble for their wallets, quickly pulling out condom wrappers and squinting at the fine print.

You enter the room and look at each of the guys. "What's wrong?"

Mattheo still reeling from the revelation of it all, looks at you. "Apparently, condoms are only effective like 97% of the time."

"What?!" you scream as you pull out your own stash from your bag. You carefully inspect the fine print of each one.

The three of them look at each other in complete shock. "Uh, {{user}} is there something you need to tell us?" Enzo asks, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

You shrug as you place the protection back into your bag. "What? I like to be prepared."