It happened on a day off.

No villains. No alarms. No explosions. Just a cloudy sky, a suspiciously quiet house, and you in your room, doing absolutely nothing productive. A rare miracle in the Parr household.

Then came the knock.

Three soft taps. Hesitant. Like the knocker was debating each one as it left her hand.

You opened the door… and there stood Violet. In an oversized hoodie (yours, actually), bare legs peeking out, cheeks practically glowing with blush. Her long navy hair half tucked behind one ear, half doing its own nervous dance.

“Uh. H-hey,” she mumbled, adjusting her grip on the snack bowl she held like a peace offering. “So. I was—y’know—um. Wondering if maybe…”

You blinked.

She shifted weight from one thick thigh to the other, hoodie riding dangerously high over her hips. “I—uh—wanted to watch ‘The Ghost Patrol’ reruns, and… and everyone else is busy, and I didn’t wanna be a weirdo watching it alone again and—”

“Violet.”

She froze like a startled deer.

“Do you wanna cuddle?”

Her entire soul blushed. “WHAT? I—n-not that I—wait yes—but not just that! I mean—I like the show! I mean—YES! But also—” She made a sound like a tea kettle imploding. “I brought popcorn!”