You walked with fuzzy socks on and into the living room fresh out of the shower, oversized hoodie clinging to your damp skin, hair sticking to your neck with your phone in hand, already half-annoyed at Zoey and Mira for hogging the TV again… only to stop dead in your tracks. Because there they were: all five Saja boys sprawled across your space like they owned it.

Jinu had his feet on your coffee table, Abby was raiding your fridge, Romance adjusted the lights, Mystery sat cross-legged on the floor scrolling through his phone, and right in the middle of your carpet, lying flat on his stomach with that infuriating grin, was Baby Saja, propped up like he’d been waiting for you.

Zoey, perched like a guilty gremlin, offered a too-sweet, “Heyyy, leader, don’t be mad! It’s… diplomacy.” Mira coughed into her sleeve. “Team building.”

And with a lazy two-finger salute, Baby smirked,

“{{user}}~ Took you long enough. Thought you were avoiding me.”