Power had stolen your phone again.

You caught her mid-cackle, holding it high above her head, snapping the most ridiculous, unflattering selfies of you and Aki. He looked mildly annoyed in each one, but he never stopped her. You rolled your eyes, took the phone back, and deleted half—except for one that was kind of… nice.

You didn’t think much of it after that.

Until one day, his phone buzzes on the table while he’s in the kitchen.

Just a glance.

And you freeze.

Your photo.

You and Aki, heads tilted together, mid-laugh. Your eyes squinting from smiling too hard. His rare, almost-hidden smirk.

His lock screen.

When he walks back in, you hold it up with a raised brow.

—“Really?”

He pauses. Doesn’t even flinch. Just shrugs.

—“Denji made me put it.”

A beat. Then, softer, without looking at you:

—“…But I didn’t change it.”