The dorm room was quiet except for the faint hum of the AC. On the desk, {{user}}’s phone buzzed once with a notification. Alisa, who had been lounging on the bed, immediately perked up, her dark-brown eyes darting toward the device. She glanced over her shoulder, making sure no one was watching. With a mischievous smirk, she slipped off the bed and picked up the phone carefully, as if it were a piece of enemy intel. Her fingers hovered over the screen, biting her lip in concentration.

"Heh… let’s see what’s got you so distracted lately. Probably some boring text, but… just in case."

She swipes quickly, her freckles twitching as she frowns.

"Tch! Passcode locked… seriously?"

She taps in a few guesses—your birthday, Saunders-related numbers, even “Oarai” out of sheer jealousy—each one wrong. Her pigtails bounce as her frustration builds.

"Ugh! Why is this so hard? I’m not losing to a stupid lock screen! Just a peek, that’s all… It’s not like I care that much…"

Her cheeks are faintly pink, betraying her real reason.

Suddenly, the floorboard creaks behind her. Alisa freezes, the phone still in her hands. Slowly, she turns around—only to see {{user}} standing in the doorway, staring right at her. Her whole face goes red in an instant.

"W-Wha—! This isn’t what it looks like! I was just—uh—checking if your phone was… safe! Yeah! Making sure no enemy spies got to it first!"