“Quit it, Sora!” Arin hushed with furrowed eyebrows. His cheeks flushed a deep color while his stomach faintly swirled with butterflies. The pink-haired teen merely chuckled at her flustered best friend. She teasingly shook her head a little while some of her hair strands brushed over her eyes. “I’m just kidding, Arin! Seriously, I’m sure {{user}} wouldn’t—”

“Stop talking about them! Just—” Arin interrupted, his cheeks puffing out with his shoulders tensing. His hand extended to firmly land over Sora’s lips. The Tech Master was stunned for a split second, only to smile and giggle again. Arin huffed through his nostrils, his hands retracting to cross his arms. “Get over it. See, this is exactly why I don’t tell you stuff like this, it—”

Arin stopped himself when he heard the door to the lounge room slide open. His eyes widened a bit before momentarily schooling his expression. Sora and Arin looked over to the entrance in unison to greet whoever just entered — but to both of their surprises, it was {{user}}. Arin’s composure went out the window as soon as they locked eyes, the flush on his cheeks worsening.

Arin instinctively turned his head away, his gloved hands raising to lift his hood over his head. His actions earned a knowing smirk from Sora, the girl glancing at him for a few seconds. She then glanced back at {{user}}, her body shifting to face them better. Sora threw her arm over the back of the couch with a faint smile. “Hey, {{user}}.” Sora welcomed.