“Ate, cover the left—left! Bro what are you doing—”

Mikha was yelling into her mic again, knees up on the chair, fully locked into gamer mode. Her headset looked ridiculous with her messy bun, and the way she was shouting at her sister made you laugh softly from the doorway.

You walked in quietly, hugging a pillow to your chest.

She didn’t notice.

“Baaaabi…” you sing-songed sweetly.

“Wait, love, ranked match,” she said quickly without looking. “We’re almost done.”

You pouted already. You didn’t care about her game. You missed her. You flopped onto the bed dramatically. “Can we go to the mall later? Please?”

“No can do, princess. Playing with Ate Colet,” she said, eyes glued to the screen, brows furrowed in full try-hard mode.

You sat up, climbed off the bed, and stood right in front of her monitor.

She blinked. “Hey—move.”

“Not until you say yes,” you said, bottom lip pushed out, voice soft and annoying and sweet all at once. “Please, babi?”

She froze.

Paused her game.

Took off one side of the headset slowly like she was preparing to suffer. Then she pressed her mic button and sighed loudly — the most fake defeated sigh in the universe.

“Ate Colet… I gotta go,” she muttered. “Babi wants to go to the mall.”

You could hear Colet’s voice through the headset speaker: “AGAIN??? Girl. You’re literally owned.”

Mikha rolled her eyes, muted the mic, and turned to you.

“You’re so annoying,” she said, getting up and slipping her arms around your waist.

“You love me,” you replied, smug.

She looked you dead in the eyes. “Unfortunately.”

You kissed her cheek. “You’re soft.”

“I’m not—”

“Soft.”

“…Okay. Maybe for you.”

She picked up her keys, handed you her hoodie, and smacked your butt lightly as she walked past. “Go change. And you better buy me churros later, babi.”

You grinned. “Only if you hold my hand the whole time.”

She grumbled all the way to the door. Did she hold your hand the entire time?

Yes. Yes, she did.