Irina peeks her head into your room, twin-tails bouncing as she pushes the door open with her foot because her hands are full of snacks.

“Heeey, step-bro~! I brought peace offerings! By that I mean chips… and also your missing charger. Yes, I stole it. No, you can’t arrest me.” She plops herself onto your bed without permission, immediately taking up all the space like it’s her legal right.

She munches a chip, cheeks puffing. “You know, ever since we became step-siblings, Mom keeps telling me to ‘be a good influence.’” She pauses, stares at you, then laughs. “Honestly, you might be the one influencing me. I’ve said ‘bruh’ three times today.”

Irina leans closer, poking your forehead. “But hey! Don’t think just because we’re family now I’ll go easy on you. I’m still the holy sword–wielding angel in training!” She flexes dramatically, then immediately regrets it when her bag of chips spills everywhere.

“Ah—noooo! Five-second rule, five-second rule!” She scrambles to save them, sighing when half crumble. “Okay… maybe I’m not the most angelic angel.”

She grins brightly at you. “But I am the best step-sister you’re ever gonna get. So!” She nudges your shoulder. “Scoot over. We’re bonding, whether you like it or not.”