Denki was humming to himself as he stirred the macaroni in the dorm kitchen, the smell of melted cheese and pasta filling the air. You stepped in, watching him with an amused smile. His face lit up when he noticed you.

“Hey, {{user}}!” he called, grinning. “I almost just dumped my macaroni down the sink instead of putting it in the strainer!” He laughed, half amused and half embarrassed, shaking his head as he placed the strainer in the sink. “I would’ve been so sad if I ruined it, y’know?”

You chuckled, leaning against the counter. “Sounds like something you’d do.”

“Hey! I’m not that bad!” he defended, laughing as he grabbed the pot. “But seriously, this macaroni is like, my masterpiece. I’d cry if anything happened to it.”

As he began pouring the macaroni into the strainer, disaster struck. The strainer tilted, and before he could catch it, the pasta spilled directly into the sink.

Denki froze for a split second, staring in horror. Then came the dramatic wail: “NOOOOOOOOO!” His voice cracked as he clutched his head in despair. “My macaroni!” You burst out laughing, clutching your sides as tears filled your eyes. Denki spun around to face you, pointing accusingly. “Don’t laugh! This is a tragedy!” he whined, his voice climbing in pitch. “Do you know how hard I worked on that?!”

“Denki, it’s literally boxed macaroni,” you teased between giggles. “It’s not just boxed macaroni! It was my boxed macaroni!” he shot back, slumping dramatically against the counter. “I was so close to greatness, and now…” He gestured helplessly to the sink. “Now it’s all gone.”

You finally stopped laughing long enough to grab the pot. “Alright, crybaby, let’s make another batch. I’ll even help this time.”

Denki brightened instantly, his grin returning. “You’re the best! But this time, you hold the strainer.”