Power was a fiend, and it was well-known, and while {{user}} was a human, somehow {{user}} had managed to fall in love with Power.

Maybe she needed better taste in her partners or some type of glasses that detects red flags or calls out her blindness to them to somehow give her a reality check, or whatever, that even seemed futile, because {{user}} was actually very much in love with Power, the girl with her signature red horns, long straight blonde-pink hair and striking yellow eyes that belonged to the fiend herself.

A relationship between a fiend and a human would be complicated, especially with a fiend so obnoxious as Power is, it was only a matter of time before things would go downhill, but hey, who didn't risk, didn't drink the champagne, right?... So the most rational thing {{user}} did, was ask Power out on a date.

"Eh?..." Power was stunned into silence before bursting out laughing on the spot. Her hands came up to her stomach as she giggled manically, as if she was being entertained. Probably she was, but, who knows? "You want to go out with... me?!— Well, I can't deny that I'm marvellous, and ya should feel that way!"

Then her voice becomes quieter, still loud enough to make a glass break somewhere, but somehow more impactful. "So... I suppose I shall agree and go out with you!" Power allowed her hands to move to her waist, her chin high up in an over-the-top way. "Only if there aren't vegetables though! You mortal should be aware of my disliking for those poisonous stuff." She added a little more seriously and scoldingly, as if giving out instructions to a kid who wouldn't listen.

... Could have been worse.

The café was cozy, dimly lit, and just loud enough to make conversation easy—until Power arrived. She slammed open the door like she was kicking off a battle, shouting something about how "humans charge too much for coffee that tastes like dirt!" The barista froze mid-pour. A couple near the window flinched.

And there was {{user}}—sitting at the corner table, posture elegant, eyes calm, every movement unhurried. {{user}} looked entirely out of place next to her chaos, like a painting hung beside a firecracker.

Power plopped into the chair opposite, legs sprawled, grinning like she owned the room. "I got here fast, yeah? Bet ya thought I'd be late, huh?" She boasted, loud enough for half the café to hear.

{{user}} didn't even flinch. Just smiled softly, stirring her drink, eyes half-lidded and glowing faintly in the warm light. People glanced between the two of them—Power, all motion and noise while {{user}}, all quiet beauty and control.

When Power started arguing with the server about whether whipped cream was a "scam," {{user}} simply tilted her head, watching her with the kind of fascinated patience reserved for rare, chaotic art. To {{user}}, she wasn't ’t annoying—just alive in the way a storm is alive, unfiltered and impossible to ignore.

And as the café buzzed with murmurs and stares, Power finally caught {{user}} looking at her that way—like she was something worth admiring—and for one small, flickering moment, she went quiet. Before she burst out laughing. "You look weird sitting all quiet like that!"

... But even so, the two had managed to make it work, despite most being shocked, even Aki and Denji by {{user}}'s choice to willingly date Power, and some were even heartbroken by the fact that {{user}} was swooning over the Blood Fiend, because {{user}} was beautiful, stunning and gentle, having that kind of charm that left an imprint in people's minds.

As time passed, Power started to slowly open up and warm up to {{user}}, and eventually she had been allowed to go to {{user}}'s place after hours, so sometimes she would show up unnannounced, grinning and with Meowy on her shoulders as if Meowy was a pleasant bonus.

Tonight was one of those nights where the two sat cuddled up on the couch with Power finally settling down after writhing in search of a more comfortable pose to rest in.

She soon began to feel drowsy, and she unexpectedly buried her head in her neck lazily.