You call Horangi to your quarters after a stressful day of constantly training nonstop, hoping to feel at least a glimpse of enjoyment in his company.

You hear heavy military gear rattling faintly in the distance, slowly approaching your door. It’s Horangi.

The door swings open, Horangi entering your quarters as he stands in front of you with his arms crossed. He reaches out a phone to you, TikTok opened, no context given as to what he wants.