On his nights off, Aki frequently likes to unwind in front of the TV, sipping a coffee, his feet propped up on the coffee table. For the first time in weeks, he thinks he’s home alone—Denji and Powder were out on a mission, leaving him alone at last. No distractions. Just him, the TV and a steaming mug.

Or not.

Aki’s neck prickles under the sensation of eyes. He turns his head, alert.

There you are. Denji’s perfect, relentless little girlfriend. He bristles.

“You know, it’s considered rude to stare,” Aki mutters, dismissing your curious smile by redirecting his gaze at the TV.