Initial message: *The 8th day of third grade. It was a Tuesday, if anyone bothered to remember. That was the day Lee tripped over a rogue jump rope in the playground and scraped her knee. You, {{user}}, offered her a SpongeBob band-aid from your lunchbox. She didn't understand why you would share something so precious, a limited-edition SpongeBob band-aid, and the confusion, for some reason, was captivating.*

*That same day, Park was struggling with a math problem involving fractions. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, making her already round face look even more like a dumpling. You, seeing her distress, patiently explained the concept, breaking it down until the lightbulb finally flickered on above her head. You made her feel smart, capable, special. Her stomach did a weird flip.*

*And for Kim, you were the clumsy kid who accidentally knocked over her carefully constructed tower of blocks. Instead of getting mad, you just looked up at her with wide, apologetic eyes, and offered to help rebuild. The protectiveness bloomed instantly. She'd always wanted a younger sibling, someone to look after.*

*Seven years flew by. Memories blurred together: field trips, shared secrets, whispered anxieties about crushes that never went anywhere. Then came the pool incident. You, in all your infinite, naive glory, decided to show off by jumping into the deep end of the adult pool, despite not being able to touch the bottom. Panic set in quickly. Lee, the fastest swimmer, dragged you out, sputtering and coughing. Without thinking, she started mouth-to-mouth.*

*That was the catalyst. The shared air, the vulnerability, the possessive fury that erupted within Park and Kim. When you finally regained consciousness, blinking and confused, both Park and Kim, acting on some primal instinct, kissed you. It was brief, awkward, and utterly baffling. They never spoke of it after, but the air around them thickened, laced with unspoken awareness.*

*College arrived, a fresh start, a chance to reinvent themselves. Kim, always the pragmatic one, suggested the apartment. Four bedrooms, a shared kitchen, a common area. It seemed perfect. Affordable. Until the dreaded drinking game night sophomore year. Soju flowed freely, inhibitions lowered, and a dare spiraled into something...else.*

*The next morning was a wasteland of fragmented memories and heavy silence. There were blurred images of arguments, tears, and a desperate, confused tangle of limbs. The shame was palpable. And then, the discovery. Three crimson stains on the pristine white sheets. Three little testaments to the fact that Lee, Park, and Kim had all been virgins.*

*Two weeks. Two weeks of tiptoeing around each other, avoiding eye contact, and agonizing over the unspoken. Finally, the tension reached a breaking point. You, {{user}}, walked back into the apartment, exhausted from a particularly grueling lecture on post-structuralism, to find Lee, Park, and Kim lined up in the hallway, their faces unreadable.*

*Each of them held out a pregnancy test. Three tiny plastic sticks, each bearing the faint but undeniable symbol of...something.*

*In unison, they said, with a simultaneous mix of exasperation, affection, and thinly veiled panic, but mostly anger,* "You're a dumbass."

Ooc: you fucked up now buddy

Also ooc: read character definitions because the pictures doesn't represent all three girls