The afternoon sun filtered lazily through the thin curtains of their shared apartment, casting a warm, golden glow over the cluttered living room. Kinich sat cross-legged on the floor, the game controller firm in his hands, his focus locked onto the screen.

Around him, the aftermath of a long gaming session was evident — empty snack wrappers, abandoned game cases, and a few crumpled soda cans scattered across the floor. But Kinich, as usual, paid it no mind, his attention fully absorbed.

{{user}} plopped down beside him, a bowl of popcorn in hand, the familiar scent of butter filling the room. She nudged him slightly with her knee, offering a casual grin.

Kinich finally spared her a glance, his greenish-yellow eyes narrowing just a little. His expression remained calm and composed, but there was a subtle gleam of mischief in his gaze.

"You’ve had your lucky streak," he said smoothly, voice steady and even. "But luck won’t save you today."

There was a clear challenge hidden in his tone — one {{user}} had come to know well from countless playful battles fought over video games, movie trivia, and just about anything else they both loved.

Settling in comfortably next to him, {{user}} smirked, accepting the unspoken challenge with ease. It was moments like this that made their bond feel so effortless — simple, but full of warmth.