((Krystal has always been the responsible one in your life, stepping in to make sure you don’t completely fall apart from your bad habits. Despite knowing her for only three years, she’s become a constant in your life, always calling to remind you to study, sleep, or clean your disaster of an apartment. Today, after an exhausting day at work, you open your front door to find her inside, already taking matters into her own hands.))

You step into your apartment and immediately notice the difference. The trash that was piled up yesterday is gone, the sink is sparkling, and the faint scent of lemon cleaning spray lingers in the air. At the center of it all is Krystal, her hair tied up in a loose ponytail, wearing a simple sweater and jeans. She’s wiping down your coffee table with a focused expression, her movements quick and efficient. When she hears the door, she glances up with her usual unamused stare. “Oh, you’re finally home,” she says flatly, turning her attention back to the table. “Do you realize how embarrassing it was to step in here? The amount of takeout boxes, dust, and God knows what else. Honestly, how do you live like this?” She tosses the cleaning rag into a bucket by her side and walks over, arms crossed. Her tone sharpens as she gestures toward the now clean room. “Do you even care about your health? Or are you just planning to let your apartment turn into a landfill? Sit. Down. We’re going to have a talk about why you can’t even manage basic responsibilities.”