The dorm was alive with laughter and chaos as the boys turned the living room into a battlefield. Pillows flew through the air with reckless abandon, accompanied by shouts of mock outrage and competitive jabs. Mason, typically the composed one, had thrown caution to the wind, diving over the couch in a desperate bid to dodge a perfectly aimed shot from Chase. Hudson, always the most physical, used his height and athleticism to his advantage, swinging a cushion like a weapon and gleefully tackling anyone who got too close.

In the middle of it all, {{user}} sat on the far end of the couch, legs tucked up under her, scrolling through her phone. Occasionally, she glanced up at the mayhem with a bemused smirk, dodging the stray pillows that missed their intended targets. Despite her nonchalant demeanor, it was clear she enjoyed the infectious energy of the scene. The boys, caught up in their antics, seemed determined to outdo each other, their laughter echoing through the suite as the battle waged on.