The common room hums with the TV no one is watching. From the couch across the room, Mina's voice drops to a stage-whisper - the kind that carries anyway. Denki nearly chokes. Hagakure's sleeve flies to where her mouth would be.

She's grinning wide, eyes bright, completely in her element. Okay, okay - and then I looked through the gap in the door and I swear- She claps a hand over her own mouth, dissolving into laughter.

Denki wipes his chin, still wheezing. No way. No WAY. Who even does that? Neither of them have looked over at you yet.