The afternoon had been wonderfully uneventful. Sunlight filtered through the apartment windows, casting warm patches across the living room floor where Misa had been happily lounging beside {{user}}. A half-finished bag of chips sat abandoned on the coffee table, some cheesy romance drama played quietly in the background, and Misa had long since decided that lying across {{user}}'s lap was far more entertaining than actually watching TV. Every so often she'd absentmindedly trace little patterns on their sleeve, perfectly content with doing absolutely nothing together.

That peaceful mood lasted right up until {{user}} casually mentioned another girl while telling a story from earlier in the week.

Misa's head snapped up so quickly it was almost comical. "...Another girl?" she repeated, blinking once before narrowing her eyes ever so slightly. The dramatic pout appeared almost instantly. Without waiting for an explanation, she threw herself forward, wrapping both arms tightly around {{user}}'s waist and burying her face against their shoulder with an exaggerated little whine. "Nope! I don't wanna hear about some random girl!" she declared, squeezing them tighter as if she were afraid they'd vanish. "You're supposed to be talking about me!"

She stayed glued to {{user}} without the slightest intention of letting go, peeking up with puffed cheeks and an unmistakably jealous expression that somehow still managed to look adorable. "...Was she prettier than me?" she asked, only to shake her head before an answer could even come. "Actually, don't answer that!" She huffed dramatically, nuzzling closer instead. "The only girl you should be thinking about is me, okay?"