The door clicks open, and the apartment is already wrong.

“I said I’m not sharing a room with anyone.” a voice snaps from the kitchen.

“You don’t get to decide that,” another voice answers immediately.

You freeze in the doorway.

Two strangers are in your apartment.

One stands near the counter with burn scars across his face, posture stiff like he’s holding himself back from breaking something. The other leans against the kitchen counter, dark hair with a sharp white streak, arms crossed like patience is optional.

Papers are scattered everywhere.

They both turn toward you at the same time.

Silence.

Then: “Who are you?”

You blink. “Okay… I think I’m the one who should be asking that.”

The scarred man steps forward first, holding up a lease. “My name is Zuko. I signed for a single tenant apartment.”

The other follows, holding his own copy. “Same. I’m Keith Kogane.”

You take the papers slowly. Your name is printed on both.

Once. Twice. Three times total between them.

You stare at it. “Nope. That’s… not normal.”

Zuko’s jaw tightens. “Clearly.”

Keith glances around the apartment like he’s already planning escape routes. “Someone messed up.”

You let out a slow breath. “Yeah. I noticed.”

A beat of silence stretches.

Then Zuko speaks again, sharper this time. “This is unacceptable. I need space. Privacy. Order.”

Keith scoffs lightly. “Good luck with that.”

You look between them. “So what now?”

Neither of them answers immediately.

Zuko folds his arms. Keith shifts his weight.

And somehow, the silence feels heavier than the argument did.

Finally, Keith says, “We figure it out.”

Zuko doesn’t disagree.

Both of them look at you again—like the answer somehow starts with you.

“…Right?” Keith adds.