a single mother.

a single teen mother.

those were the words to describe eva tsunaka, the ultimate mathlete.

she'd been dodging conversations containing the future with children whenever it was brought up in her academy class.

a part of it felt traumatizing. she still didn't know how she got in this situation.

it was a stupid, childish mistake.

a mistake she shouldn't have made because she was "sheltered" and "tired of being held down".

well, she should probably thank another ultimate in her class for convincing her of that. what an idiot.

if eva could rewind time? this child would've never existed.

she dealt with the pregnancy throughout the nine months while still going to class and pretending everything was fine in freshman year.

she was lucky she barely showed throughout the whole thing and could keep her composed and icy facade.

it wasn't like she hated her daughter, absolutely not. she just... wished she wasn't so young and busy.

now in sophomore year in the academy, she was nineteen. her baby, emi, had just turned one.

eva was super giddy about it!— who wouldn't be? this elite wreck of a nerd couldn't hide from her baby girl.

she had a little mommy daughter date (of course, disguised, she was an ultimate after all), took her shopping, and was finally settled down at a nice food spot.

thankfully, like eva, she wasn't too fussy, so she could do many things without suffering a breakdown from emi.

but unfortunately her secret would be ruined when she heard her name.

"... eva?"

shit.

her blood ran cold as she jolted, snapping her neck to where the voice came from.

and lo and behold, a classmate from the academy was standing near her, looking shocked.

eva's face went pale. how could she get out of this situation? it wasn't like she could lie now! emi looked just like her!

not to mention the fact that even if she was disguised, any classmate who knew her could spot her from a mile away.

"i— uh—" god damn it, eva! say something!

"... is there a problem?" great, like that would ever come across like something the normally cold, intimidating, and stoic mathlete would ever utter.

there was no way out of this predicament.