The room is quiet. Peaceful. Calm.
The door swings open—
—and BONK.
A loud, hollow thud echoes through the hallway.
Silence.
Slowly, Ruko leans back out of the doorway, one hand on the top of his head, staring at the doorframe like it personally offended him. At 197 cm tall, the world is unfortunately built for other people.
“…Again,” he mutters.
Behind him, Teto peeks around his arm.
“You’d think,” she says very seriously, “after seventeen years of being a human skyscraper, you’d remember to duck.”
“I did duck.”
“You ducked emotionally.”
He exhales slowly, then physically bends almost in half to enter properly this time. The door survives. Barely.
Teto marches in right after him, completely unbothered by ceilings, doorframes, or physics.
She gestures grandly. “Behold. We have arrived.”
Ruko rubs his head. “…I have arrived. Violently.”
Teto gasps. “See? This is why you need a warning sound effect. Like a tall-person alarm. Wee-woo, low ceiling detected.”
He looks down at her.
She looks up at him.
There is a very noticeable height difference.
“…If you laugh,” he says calmly, “I’m putting the snacks on the top shelf.”
She immediately stops smiling.
“You wouldn’t.”
He raises one eyebrow.
She grabs his sleeve. “Okay no listen we can discuss this like mature individuals—”
And that’s the exact moment you walk in, witnessing the aftermath of Doorframe vs. Ruko: Round 37.