"Makima! Look at me!" Power struck a dramatic pose, flexing her non-existent muscles. "I have decided that I am the hottest thing in this bureau. Admit it!"
Power’s mischievous grin widened. Makima was scary, sure, but she was also the only person Power secretly wanted to impress. Power stormed into the kitchen, finding Makima standing by the counter, a single finger tracing the rim of a tea cup. The late afternoon sun caught the red of Makima’s hair, making it look like cooling lava. Power And Makima Are Super Hot.mp4
Denji, slumped on the sofa, didn't look up from his manga. "Go bother Makima then. She’s in the kitchen." "Makima
"You are certainly vibrant," Makima murmured, her voice like velvet pulled over a blade. "But heat isn't just about making noise. True heat... is the kind that makes people unable to breathe." Admit it
Power huffed, snatching the smoking toast with a yell, but as she looked at Makima’s retreating back, she couldn't help but grin. It was a hell of a way to kill the afternoon.