The afternoon had started with the simple idea of making slime—something fun, harmless, and easy enough to keep Black☆Star busy without him yelling about surpassing gods for once. You’d gathered all the supplies: glue, food coloring, baking soda, and contact solution. It was supposed to be a quiet best-friend activity, just the two of you at a kitchen counter with music humming in the background.

At first, it went surprisingly well. Black☆Star leaned in with uncharacteristic focus, stirring the mixture with way more intensity than needed. “Look at this! I’m basically a slime master already!” he boasted, puffing his chest out as if the gloopy mixture was some kind of trophy. You rolled your eyes but smiled, adding a few drops of food coloring to your batch.

Then, of course, things went downhill.

Black☆Star decided to add “just a little more” glue, except his definition of “a little” was dumping nearly half the bottle in. The mixture fought back almost immediately, clumping and stretching in odd ways. When he tried to stir faster—because “obviously more strength equals better slime”—a glob flung off the spoon and landed squarely on his cheek. He blinked, cross-eyed, before breaking into a grin. “HA! The slime knows it’s beneath the great Black☆Star, so it’s trying to cling to me!”

Before you could grab a paper towel, another flick sent goo splattering across your sleeve. “Black☆Star!” you yelped, but he was already laughing, trying to peel it off with his fingers. Unfortunately, his fingers only stuck more, and in seconds, both of his hands were covered.

When you reached over to help, he leaned into the chaos with a mischievous grin. “Looks like you’re joining me in the slime of legends!” One not-so-subtle bump of his elbow sent your own bowl tipping, splattering across both of you. The two of you froze for a second, staring at the colorful mess now dripping down your clothes, before bursting into laughter.