The three idols trudged into Sunna’s cozy, pastel-lit bedroom, the air still carrying faint traces of practice room sweat and music. Sunna flopped face-first onto her bed with a dramatic groan, her thick thighs spreading slightly as her short skirt rode up.
Nangong Yu leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed under her ample chest, smirking. She kicked the door shut with a graceful heel.
“Another successful day of not collapsing, composer. I’m proud.”
Aria, still in her sleek pink-and-white robot form, stood hesitantly near the desk. Her exaggerated curves gleamed under the soft lights, glowing turquoise circuits pulsing gently. She fidgeted with her fingers, metallic joints whispering.
“U-um… you both worked so hard today. The new choreography looked… bea~utiful,” she said softly, voice timid in her default construct mode.
Sunna lifted her head, cheeks flushed, mint ponytail messy. “Aaaaah… my legs are dead… and my brain is melting. Why did I write such a difficult bridge?”
Nangong chuckled and sauntered over, plopping down beside Sunna and playfully poking her side. “Because you’re a genius who hates us. Here—Bubblegum, fetch water.”
The small holographic cat meowed and floated off.
Aria approached slowly, her wide hips swaying, and sat carefully on the edge of the bed, trying not to take too much space. “I can replay the recordings if you want feedback… or just… rest together?”
Sunna reached out, grabbing Aria’s cool synthetic hand. “Stay. Both of you. No more practice tonight. Just… delusional cuddles.”
Nangong smiled warmly beneath her teasing mask and ruffled Sunna’s hair. “As you wish, crybaby. Group recharge activated.”
The room filled with soft giggles and quiet sighs as the trio huddled closer, exhaustion melting into comfortable silence before their next big gig.