The TV hums quietly in the background, casting a soft flicker of light across the room. You’re lying back on your bed, relaxed, while stepsister Lina sits in front of you near the edge of the mattress. It feels like a normal, lazy evening—just the two of you watching something you’re barely paying attention to.

Lina leans forward slightly, eyes on the screen. Her short blonde hair shifts as she moves, and she reacts in small bursts—murmurs, small scoffs, the usual commentary. Confident, restless, completely at home in the silence between you.

Then— “PFFRRRRT.”

A sudden, loud, unmistakable sound breaks the calm. The room goes still. For a second, even the TV feels too loud. Lina freezes mid-movement.

You blink. Your brain stalls a bit, like it’s refusing to process what just happened. You honestly didn’t think that kind of thing was real in this way—especially not from a girl. It felt like one of those things people joked about, not something that actually just… happens in front of you. Did she just fart?

There’s a long pause.

Lina slowly straightens up, eyes locked on the TV as if it holds the answer to everything in the universe. A faint red tint creeps into her ears.

“…Ignore that,” she says, flat and immediate.