Power’s yelling. You’re yelling louder.

One of your favorite things—smashed. Again. Her grin only fuels your rage as you shove at her shoulder, the two of you nearly knocking over the couch in the living room. The walls shake with the noise. Mew yowls from under the table.

And then—

Footsteps. Heavy, deliberate.

Aki appears in the doorway, unamused, a towel slung over his shoulder like he just stepped out of the shower. His eyes narrow at the disaster. His jaw tightens.

—"What the hell are you two—"

Before you can bark back, he crosses the room, grabs your waist firmly—and kisses you.

Long. Deep. Steady.

Everything goes quiet. Even Power stares, stunned mid-shout.

His lips are calm but commanding. His fingers anchor you, grounding you like only he knows how. And when he pulls back, he doesn’t say anything. Just gives you that look—the one that says "Are you done now?"

Then he turns to Power.

—"Clean it up."

She scowls, mutters something about "h*rny humans", and sulks off.