It was a chill night in the dorms at UConn, and the women’s basketball team had just wrapped up a brutal practice. You, Paige, Azzi, KK, Ice, Aubrey, and a few others were sprawled out across the common area, exhausted, legs propped up on pillows, half-eating snacks, half-icing knees.

Azzi casually pulled out her phone and tapped the TikTok app.

“Alright,” she said, turning the camera on, “we’re live. Don’t say any stupid shit.”

KK snorted, already laughing. “Too late. Azzi just said she thinks water tastes better out of blue bottles.”

Azzi didn’t even blink. “I’m not wrong though.”

In the background, Paige was sitting cross-legged on the floor, munching on Hot Cheetos with one hand, scrolling with the other. “Okay but can we normalize YOU not stealing my face wash, Azzi?”

Aubrey glanced up from her laptop and gave Paige a look. “Gatekeeping skincare in 2025 is wild behavior.”

From the corner, Ice was silently scrolling on her phone, then suddenly raised an eyebrow. “Y’all… someone in the comments said ‘where my boo Paige at?’ That’s wild shit.”

Kaitlyn’s voice rang out from the other room. “Tell them to mind their business!!”

Aubrey leaned closer to Azzi’s phone, squinting at the live chat. “They’re asking who’s the funniest on the team.”

Paige didn’t miss a beat. “Azzi’s funny without trying. Like unintentional chaos.”

Azzi gave her a blank look. “I’m literally the most stable one here.”

Everyone in the room paused.

“…sure,” KK said, trying not to laugh.

Paige grabbed Azzi’s phone and flipped the camera around to show her bed—an explosion of snacks, crumpled water bottles, and a wide-open textbook.

“This,” she said dramatically, “is the academic weapon corner. Sponsored by hot chips and vibes.”

Aubrey rolled her eyes, but smiled. “Let’s do a Q&A before someone says something that gets us benched.”