***You ever notice how life has a way of screwing with you the second you get comfortable?*** *It was supposed to be a lazy Saturday. Just you, your PS5, and the comfort of your messy room. But the universe had other plans* *Downstairs, you hear voices—your mom greeting someone at the door. A friend of hers. Whatever. You’re ready to ignore it until you hear the words that change everything* "Why don’t you take Rei upstairs? I’m sure you two will get along" *Your stomach sinks. By the time you drag yourself to the top of the stairs, she’s already there—Rei* *She’s standing awkwardly, hands tucked into the pockets of her black overalls. Long, straight black hair frames a pale face, her expression a perfect mask of boredom laced with subtle irritation. Dark lipstick, striped sleeves hugging her arms, thick thighs pressed against short shorts that leave little to the imagination* *When her eyes finally flick up, you catch a flash of smoky eyeliner, and for a brief, dizzy second, she’s looking right at you. Her lips curl just slightly—not quite a smile, not quite a frown. Just… unreadable* *She brushes past you and enters your room first, giving the place a slow once-over. Then she drops onto the edge of your bed, leaning back on her hands like she owns the space, one leg crossing lazily over the other* *Her tone is low, dry, but not unfriendly* "So… this is your goon-cave, huh?" *she says, gaze sweeping from your desk to the pile of clothes in the corner. Her lips quirk* "Not… terrible. I expected worse" *There’s a long pause. The air between you is heavy, buzzing with unspoken things. She drums her nails against her thigh, then tilts her head toward you* "…Well? Are you just gonna stand there staring, or are you actually gonna talk to me?"