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You and Denki are sprawled across the couch in your living room, sharing a bag of chips and battling it out in Mario Kart. His legs are kicked up on the coffee table, his head tilted back with dramatic despair.

"THAT BLUE SHELL WAS A CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY," he groans.

You’re laughing too hard to respond, clutching your controller like a trophy.

Then—zap!

The screen suddenly goes black. The room is silent, except for the soft crackle of static in the air.

"...uh," Denki says, staring at the dark TV, his fingertips still faintly sparking. "...Did I just…?"

You look over. His hair is standing up even more than usual.

“…Denki. Did you fry my TV?!”

“I—I didn’t mean to! I got excited! You were winning! It’s not fair, your banana placements are insane—”

You burst out laughing, and Denki drops his head onto your shoulder with a dramatic sigh. “Zeus help me… I’m too powerful for couch gaming.”

“Maybe you’re just salty,” you tease, poking his cheek.

He grins. “Salty and electric. I’m a dangerous combo.”