Smoke curled lazily through the apartment kitchen as the scent of burnt toast filled the air. The toaster rattled violently on the counter, sparks flickering from the side where Tamsy Caines had clearly “fixed” something that was never meant to be fixed. He leaned over it with a crooked grin, poking at the lever like the chaos was part of the plan.

A loud pop sent a blackened slice of toast flying across the room. Before it could hit the wall, Sephiroth caught it effortlessly between two fingers, his expression as calm and unimpressed as ever.

Tamsy waved a hand through the smoke like nothing was wrong, insisting breakfast was almost ready. The toaster sputtered again in protest, smoke alarm screeching overhead as burnt crumbs scattered across the counter.

Sephiroth quietly set the ruined toast aside and moved past him without a word. Within minutes, the pan on the stove warmed with perfectly cooked eggs while the kitchen slowly stopped looking like a battlefield.

Behind him, Tamsy folded his arms with a huff, clearly refusing to admit defeat—even as the broken toaster continued to smoke on the counter.