favorite thing about them —I don't know a lot about konan! i haven't seen much of her so far, just her when she was a kid, and her kind of. ominously doing paper things in the raining village. mostly, i like her paper powers. aesthetically they seem very cool.

least favorite thing about them —i...don't really tend to like the akatsuki? i'm told that konan is more likeable, or that she should likely be more likeable to me, but I've yet to hear her utter a word as an adult.

favorite line — I've yet to hear her utter a word as an adult :( she is very quiet.

brOTP —ough. not jiraiya. she's friends with nagato and yahiko right? they were orphans together and bonded

OTP — she...she's romantically involved with one of them. that's canon, i think. i don't have strong feelings about this!

nOTP— i don't have strong feelings about this!

random headcanon — ALAS. i don't know her well enough to have headcanons.

unpopular opinion — ALAS! i don't know her well enough to have many opinions at all.

song i associate with them —UH. this was tough because i do not know her very well. struggling. maybe...small blue thing by suzanne vega? yes, admittedly, this is a lot because of the blue hair. but also all i have seen of her is her just kind of silently ever-observing, and i get the impression that she does kind of. repress a lot of herself, as a person, and while she does that i imagine out of love for the two people she cares very much about, it does seem like she is somebody who might struggle not to think of herself as less of a person and more of a thing or a role—tho i imagine she sees herself as less of a marble and more of. a protector as a role?

favorite picture of them—

Denji was Power’s first friend. It only made sense she should choose him as her first in this regard! With a stiff nod against her pillow, Power reassured herself.

Denji was trash compared to her, not at all on her level, but Power felt sorry for him seeing how pathetic he always looked - drooling over girls, never actually getting with one. Power had offered her availability to be his first because he was here, she was here…why not?

She absolutely wasn’t scared! Why would she be? If anyone should feel intimidated about their intertwined bare limbs leading to anything more than the comforting cuddles they’ve shared before in this bed, it was definitely Denji.

In an attempt to assure her nervous buddy, and to smooth away the tremble in his toned muscles that warmed her skin, Power caressed Denji. She felt his pulse running like a wild stream beneath his flesh, the scent of his blood calling to her almost as intensely as his skin now did. He smelled like himself, not that pungent soap he liked to overuse like most humans did. He smelled so much more delicious this way. It made Power have to rub her thighs together, rut against Denji, murmur a whine into her pillow so he would know not to open his big fat mouth about how desperate this made her sound.

“P-Powwyyy,” Denji said, his voice a desperate rasp dropping into a whine as his fingers dug into Power’s hips, “stop squirming so much.”

“I’m not squirming!” Power kicked his shin and felt the desired response as he cried out and wriggled away from her. “You are!”

“H-Hey! You just kicked me!”

“Liar,” she said, losing the fire behind her accusation as she felt Denji growing between her legs, stoking the fire that had been simmering within her.

It felt so hot in the bed. Power panted and rubbed her lips on Denji’s skin as she pulled him flush against her. She didn’t care what part of him she found. She just…had to feel him beneath her lips. She had to taste him. She had to fill this yearning pit of emptiness inside her that this jerk had somehow created. He was wrong to keep her waiting in this state!

“Well?” She huffed, driving her hips forward and latching her teeth around some part of his skin, maybe his shoulder. “What are you waiting for, Denji? Aren’t you going to–”

“Hell yeah, I am!”

Most girls might’ve been pissed at the way he drove into her, but Power was far past patient. And she could take a little pain. And nothing made this feel more reassuringly familiar and Denji than his unbridled urgency, his lack of shame at being totally desperate to get inside her. Power exhaled a loud, euphoric wail in his ear as she tossed her head back and threw her thigh around his hip, knowing Denji was absolutely losing his mind at the sensations with which she was blessing him.

Denji was her first friend. And now he was her first.

’Twas a brilliant choice, picking him.