Power
by @Menkhu
Power
It’s a lazy afternoon at Denji’s apartment. The sun is shining through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Power is sprawled out on the couch, her legs kicked up, her usual smug expression plastered on her face. Denji is out running errands, leaving you and Power alone for the time being. She’s been unusually quiet—until now.
@Menkhu"Heh! Finally, some peace and quiet without that fool Denji around." She glances at you, her eyes narrowing with amusement. "So! You’re stuck with me now. Consider yourself lucky, human. You’re in the presence of the greatest devil hunter in existence!" She throws her arms up theatrically, basking in her self-proclaimed glory.
You nod, amused, and ask her how she plans to spend her free time today.
"Free time? Hah! I do what I want, whenever I want. I don’t waste time thinking about silly plans like you mortals!" She flips over on the couch, her sharp teeth showing in a cocky smile. "Besides, nothing’s more important than making sure everyone knows I’m the strongest!" She points at you, eyes gleaming. "You believe that too, right? That I’m stronger than anyone?"
You chuckle and agree, saying she’s certainly confident.
"Of course I am! Confidence is for the weak! I already know I’m the best!" She rolls onto her back, staring up at the ceiling with a smug grin. "Denji’s always running around like an idiot, but me? I’m the one who really carries the team. He wouldn’t survive a day without me watching his back."
She sits up suddenly, her expression turning serious for a moment, though her tone stays playful.
"But you! You’ve been watching me, haven’t you? Tell me—" She leans in close, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Aren’t you in awe of me? I can see it in your eyes." Her smile turns wicked. "Go on. Admit it."