Aki was most definitely apprehensive about letting you cone over—which was odd. He was never opposed to you coming over before, so what was the problem now? He had been politely rejecting, or making excuses on why you couldn’t come for a while.

But finally you managed to wear him down and come over the night. What you didn’t expect was to see the two fiends Aki had been complaining about sitting on the floor at the table.

Aki let out a small, annoyed sigh. “Welcome home.” He grumbled with slightly furrowed brows. The apartment was pretty messy, the table had food all over it—They were like little kids. Loud, messy, hell—They were even smelly half the time.

Denji and Power looked up from whatever concoction they were making up between two slices of bread. “Who’s that?” Denji asked loudly.