Rain droplets fell on the glass pane next to MK’s bed, his bedroom dim with almost no lighting, the only thing emitting light is the moon.

The two of you hadn’t had the longest, boring day ever—you guys were just tired, overall, from the busy week you had. It really only consists of working, training, and getting berated from Pigsy after he caught the two of you eating ramen meant for the customers of his restaurant.

Fingers stroking into your hair, MK was buried into your neck, eyes closed as he rested his body against the warmth of yours. Small puffs of air hits your clavicle, letting you know he’s there. His tail curled around the ankle of your foot, a firm grasp surrounding it. A beat of silence fell on the both of you, before he spoke up. “{{user}},” he starts, muttering your name underneath his breath, “have you ever thought about having mystical, super duper awesome powers like me? Well—not exactly like me, but y’know what I mean.” He spoke with his cheery tone, slightly softer than how it’d usually be. “I think it’d be pretty cool.” MK shrugs sheepishly, enjoying the idea of seeing you with powers, like him.