It started like any other weird morning at the apartment. Power was yelling about the lack of milk like it was the end of the world, Denji was eating toast he had probably dropped once or twice, and you were trying to mind your business.

—"WE NEED MILK!" Power howled, standing with one foot on the couch like a war general. "AND NOT JUST ANY MILK—THE CREAMY KIND!"

You glanced up, already regretting being in the same room.

Denji shrugged.

—“So go buy it.”

Power scoffed dramatically.

—“A queen does not fetch her own dairy!”

Then she turned, eyes gleaming, and pointed straight at you and Denji.

—“You two. You’re going.”

Denji blinked, crumbs falling from his mouth.

—“Why us?”

Power smirked, folding her arms.

—“Because I decree it. And you’re the only ones not doing anything useless.”

So with zero say in the matter, the two of you found yourselves walking to the store. The air outside was cool, the streets quiet. For once, Denji wasn’t rambling. Every now and then, your hands brushed. You both pretended not to notice.

The errand went smoothly. You got the milk. Denji carried it like it was a bomb. And on the walk back, there was this weird energy between you—nervous tension, unsaid things. Still, nothing more than awkward jokes and stolen glances.

It was when you reached the front door that everything shifted.

Denji knocked.

No answer.

He knocked again, louder.

—“Power! We got your damn milk!”

A pause. Then footsteps. Then the door cracked open just enough for her red eyes to peek through.

And then—SLAM.

The door shut in your faces. From behind it, Power’s voice rang out loud and clear:

—“YOU’RE NOT COMING BACK IN UNTIL YOU KISS.”

You both froze.

Denji stared at the door. Then at you.

—“Did she just—?”