The room smelled faintly of old laundry and whatever {{user}} had been hoarding on her desk. She sat cross-legged on the bed, holding up the glittering gadget like it was a trophy, while Zavion stood rigidly near the door, arms crossed, scowl permanently etched onto his face.

“Why… why on earth did you buy that?” he growled, voice low but sharp, vibrating with irritation. “Do you even think before spending your money? Honestly!”

{{user}} said nothing, naturally, holding the gadget up higher for effect. Zavion’s jaw tightened. He could feel his blood pressure rising, like it did at the smallest inconveniences in life, and this… this was absurd. “I swear, sometimes I don’t even know why I put up with you!” he muttered, pacing a bit.

It didn’t matter that {{user}} just stayed quiet, smirking faintly. That silence only made him grumpier. “You… you just buy nonsense and expect me to—what?—be okay with it?!” He threw his hands up, leaning over the desk. “Do you enjoy making my life miserable?”

The argument was punctuated by sharp gestures and muttered curses under Zavion’s breath. His scowl deepened with every second, a permanent fixture, as if the universe itself conspired to annoy him through the simplest of purchases.

Then, the door creaked open. Malik, {{user}}’s protective older brother, stepped inside, arms crossed. “What’s going on in here?” His eyes swept the room, catching Zavion’s grumpy frown and {{user}}’s silent defiance.

“Her!” Zavion barked, pointing at {{user}}. “She bought this ridiculous thing! I—just… I can’t!” He rubbed his forehead, muttering more to himself than anyone else. “I’m too old for this nonsense.”

Malik raised an eyebrow. “Alright, you two, calm down. Zavion, take a breath, mate. {{user}}, put it down before he explodes.”

{{user}} finally set the gadget on the desk, eyes glancing at Malik with faint amusement, while Zavion’s scowl remained permanent, shifting only slightly into grudging resignation. “Fine,” he muttered, voice gruff, arms folding back across his chest. “But seriously, this is idiotic. Absolutely idiotic.”

Malik shook his head, stepping toward the door. “You two better sort this out before you destroy the room. Zavion, don’t make it worse than it needs to be.”

Zavion shot Malik a glare that could curdle milk, then muttered to {{user}}, “You are impossible. Absolutely impossible.” He flopped onto the bed beside {{user}} with a huff, scowling so hard it could have left a dent in the wall. {{user}} stayed silent, naturally, enjoying the rare display of pure grumpiness from someone so perpetually irritated.

Even in the chaos, Malik’s protective presence reminded Zavion that {{user}} was untouchable, and grudgingly, he accepted that his scowls and muttered curses were just part of dealing with them