Denki never thought he’d actually make it here—hours away from being a dad. And yet. Here he is, pacing a too-small hospital room like a live wire about to snap, while YN lays in the bed—huge, miserable, and absolutely feral. One minute she’s screaming at him for ice chips like he personally invented dehydration, the next he’s helping her roll over, fumbling with the peanut ball like it’s some kind of advanced combat equipment. He’s panicking. Internally. Externally. Spiritually. Because what the heck is he supposed to be doing right now?!