Aki had fallen asleep at his desk. The report half-finished, pen still in hand, a cold cup of coffee next to him. The mission from the day before had gone late into the night, tougher than expected. He barely had time to come home, change, and sit down to finish some paperwork. Sleep got the better of him before he even glanced at the calendar.

Power was the first to notice, her voice echoing through the apartment:

—“DENJI, the stick fell asleep like an old man!!”

Denji poked his head out of the kitchen, chips in his mouth, and froze.

—“Wait… what day is it today?”

Power checked her phone, one brow raised.

—“The day he forgets his anniversary, apparently.”

They exchanged glances. Then looked at Aki. And—surprisingly—they didn’t wake him up right away. They gave him thirty extra minutes. But after that…

—“AKI!!” Power launched a pillow at his head. “WAKE UP, YOUR PARTNER’S GONNA DUMP YOU!!”

—“What…?” Aki shot up, bleary-eyed, hair an absolute mess.

Denji grabbed his arm, dragging him off the chair.

—“It’s your anniversary, man! Today! Now! You’ve got half an hour to fix this or you’re sleeping on the couch for a month!”

Power was already hunting for a halfway decent shirt. Denji shoved Aki out the door and down the street. They grabbed coffee, a small flower, and a box with your favorite treat—rushed, chaotic, but heartfelt.

Half an hour later, you stepped out of your office just in time to see him: Aki, standing across the street, hair a mess, shirt slightly misbuttoned, still looking half-asleep… but holding the coffee and the little box. Behind him, Power was waving like a maniac and Denji was taking pictures from a bush.

—“Happy anniversary,” Aki said, eyes on you, a little guilty, a little soft. “I fell asleep… but I didn’t forget you.”