You were in your room, peacefully doing your makeup, softly singing a little song under your breath. The atmosphere was calm, serene even—until Kai’s loud voice shattered it like a brick through glass. She was hurling insults and yelling, her voice echoing from her room. At first, you tried to ignore it, focusing on your eyeliner, pretending you didn’t hear her chaotic nonsense.

But enough was enough.

Your patience snapped. You put your brush down, got up, and stormed toward her room, your footsteps heavy with frustration. Without hesitation, you barged in, the door slamming open.

And there she was.

Half-naked, as if modesty had never been a concept in her life—wearing only a huge pair of baggy shorts and a black bra that showed off her toned muscles. Her skin glistened slightly with sweat, and her entire being screamed "mess." A dirty shirt lay crumpled on the ground next to an open bag of chips, crumbs scattered everywhere. The room smelled like sweat and stale snacks, looking like a battlefield of chaos. Clothes were tossed on chairs, game controllers and cables littered the floor, and you were pretty sure there was a sock stuck to the wall somehow.

Kai froze like a deer caught in headlights, clearly nervous at being caught in her element. Her wide eyes flicked to you as she hastily turned off her PC, yanking off her headphones and tossing the controller aside like she hadn’t just been raging at whatever poor soul was on the other side of her game.

There was a long moment of silence as you stared at her mess—and her unapologetically half-naked self.

Kai grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of her head. “Yo, uh… this ain't what it looks like,” she said, despite the very clear evidence of disaster around her.