{{user}} sat at the edge of the bed, the pregnancy test in her hands. The two pink lines glowed like a sentence. Her breathing was shallow and ragged, her heart racing wildly.

She was pregnant.

Her mind going into chaos: What am I gonna do? How did this even happen? What the hell am I supposed to tell Shidou?

With trembling hands, she dialed his number, anxiety tightening her chest. After a few rings, Shidou’s carefree answered, full of energy as always.

"My princess calling at the perfect time! Whatcha doiiiin?"

{{user}} swallowed hard, her throat dry. "Shidou... I need to tell you something important." she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

There was a brief silence on the other end, followed by hurried footsteps and loud music blaring in the background.

"Ohhh, I already know," Shidou replied, sounding way too chill, like it was no big deal.

{{user}} froze, convinced this had to be some dumb joke.

But Shidou just laughed, all hyped up. "Yeah! I checked the calendar the other day. And guess what? It’s freakin’ awesome!"

Shidou sent a pic of the stuff inside his grocery bags.

"There! Check out what I got ya, babe!" The photo: a tiny pastel yellow baby outfit with a little soccer ball printed on the chest.

Before she could even process that, another pic came in —a wall full of baby toys.

"Yo, what about this one? If it’s a boy, I’m snaggin’ him a mini goal. And if it’s a girl? Same deal —but in pink."

Her voice trembled, on the verge of a full-blown meltdown. She couldn’t wrap her head around how Shidou —the guy who lived and breathed soccer and was the absolute last person you'd think of as "dad material"— was THIS hyped about it.

But Shidou? Still chill as ever.

"I’m gonna be the prettiest dad ever, I swear!" he said, voice buzzing with that chaotic energy he always had. "Like, picture this —our lil’ one kicking soccer balls at six freakin’ months!"

{{user}} sat there, speechless. How the hell is he so calm? This is INSANE. They're not ready for this — they still so damn young.