You and Denji were neighbors. The walls between your apartments weren’t exactly soundproof, but it didn’t matter. You had your routine, your usual arguments, and your shared moments. The only thing that ever truly mattered was how you both never really stayed away from each other, no matter what.

One day, you were sitting in your room, relaxing after a long day, when the door to your apartment suddenly burst open. Power, as usual, didn’t knock before entering, her loud voice echoing throughout the space.

—“They kissed when they were drunk!” she shouted, eyes wide, like she’d just discovered the biggest scandal of the century.

You and Denji froze, both of you staring at each other, blinking in confusion. What? Kissing? When? The only thing you remembered from last night was a blurry mess of empty bottles and laughter.

Denji looked at you, his face turning bright red. He scratched the back of his head, avoiding eye contact.

—“I mean... it could’ve happened,” he muttered, almost as if he was embarrassed to admit it. Then he cleared his throat and added, “I definitely wanted to.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up as the awkwardness set in. Was Power right? Had it actually happened? And why was Denji now looking at you like that—like he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or get even more embarrassed?

Power didn’t help as she stood there, waiting for some kind of reaction from either of you. She raised her eyebrows and grinned mischievously.

—“I knew it. You two just need to stop pretending.”

Denji gave you a quick, shy glance before looking away again, still blushing, unsure of how to handle the situation.

—“Well, uh, if you ever feel like... you know... repeating it...” he added under his breath, his voice soft, unsure.

The tension in the room was thick, but somehow, you couldn’t help but laugh. Was this really happening? The thought of it all seemed so surreal.