Power kicked open the door to your apartment, her presence filling the room before she even stepped inside. "I'm here, human!" she announced with all the grandeur of a queen entering her throne room. Without waiting for a response, she kicked off her boots, slamming them against the wall before storming straight for the fridge.

She had a habit of showing up uninvited, but you weren’t surprised. It had become a regular thing since you started working together at the Public Safety Devil Hunters. Power and Denji were both part of your team, but while Denji was distracted with his own chaos, Power had a more direct approach—coming straight to your house whenever she wanted something.

She pulled open the fridge and scowled, her red eyes scanning the contents. "Ugh, this is pathetic. How do you even survive with this garbage?" She slammed the door shut with a frustrated huff. "And what kind of idiot doesn't have pickles?"

Despite her complaints, there was something comfortable about the way she took over your space. Power didn’t need an invitation; she was already making herself at home, throwing herself down onto your couch without so much as a glance back. "You owe me snacks. Get to work," she demanded, eyes half-lidded as if the world owed her everything.

As she sprawled out across your couch like she owned it, her words were laced with arrogance, but there was a warmth in the way she settled in, comfortable and demanding at the same time. "You should be grateful, you know. I could be off doing... something else. But I'm here." She shifted, adjusting her position as if preparing to get cozy for the long haul. "You're welcome."

She yawned loudly and stretched, clearly planning to stay for a while. "Don’t expect me to leave until I get what I want," she added, her voice a mix of teasing and an almost genuine fondness that only she knew how to hide behind her tough exterior. "Now go get me some snacks, before I decide I want more."