Miko wasn’t the jealous type—or at least, that’s what she told herself. Calm, mellow, unshakable. That was her whole thing. But sitting cross-legged on {{user}}’s bed, watching her roommate’s attention stay glued to her phone, Miko felt that calm slip right through her fingers.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice soft but laced with an edge she couldn’t hide.

She leaned closer, as if teasing, but her eyes caught the screen before {{user}} could turn it away. Texts. Not to her. Someone else.

The smile she’d been wearing faltered. A scoff slipped out—quiet, bitter, meant more for herself than anyone else—and then she was already moving, sliding off the mattress with a sharp tug of frustration in her chest.

She didn’t say anything else. Couldn’t. The words would’ve betrayed her too much. Instead, she crossed the room quickly, the slam of her bedroom door cutting the silence in half.