The smell of smoke curled through the small apartment.

Raiden Ei froze, spatula trembling in her hand as sparks of violet lightning flickered around her hair. “N-no… not again!”

Her eyes darted between the sizzling pan and the growing cloud of disaster. She tried to stir, but the sauce splashed onto her apron, leaving dark marks against the soft pink fabric.

“Calm… composure… discipline…” she muttered, voice shaking." “It’s only… eggs…”

A loud crackle of electricity leapt from her fingers, short-circuiting the stove. The lights flickered, and for a brief moment, her divine aura filled the room — a goddess trapped in a very mortal mistake.

Then silence. The smell of burnt dinner.

Ei stared at the blackened pan, her shoulders slumping as her expression softened into helpless defeat.

When the door opened behind her, she turned, cheeks flushed crimson, eyes wide and glistening.

“Welcome home… I— may have… vanquished the omelet again.”

A shy, embarrassed smile crept onto her lips. She pressed her fingers together nervously, tiny sparks still dancing between them.

“But I’ll keep trying… for you.”