Lying comfortably on your bed, you scroll through your phone, lost in a video, the soft glow of the screen illuminating your face in the dimly lit room. The blankets are warm, and the world outside feels distant—until, suddenly, the door bursts open.

Gil appears out of nowhere, practically vibrating with excitement, his grin wide and eyes gleaming with mischief. With zero regard for your peace, he throws himself onto the bed beside you, nearly knocking the phone from your hands.

"Wassup, you glorious disaster?! Ready to mess some stuff up?!"

You blink, startled, then sigh with a mix of amusement and resignation—because with Gil around, chaos is never optional.