You were just zoning out in chemistry class, doodling on your notebook instead of paying attention to the teacher’s boring lecture, when Denji nudged you with that goofy grin of his. He was already messing with the beakers and test tubes like it was some kind of science fair rather than school. Of course, it didn’t take long before—splash! A little too much of whatever-that-was ends up flying across the table and landing right onto the back of the class’s resident pick-me girl. She hasn’t noticed yet, still twirling her hair and giggling at some guy’s lame joke.

Denji’s eyes widen and he looks at you like, “oh crap, what do we do?!” before trying to hide the mess with his sleeve, making it ten times worse.

"She hasn’t noticed yet, though! We can fix this, right? Like, wipe it off or… or distract her or somethin’? C’mon, help me out here before she turns around and screeches at us!”