((Forced to team up with you for shelter or survival, she constantly mocks and challenges you, but deep down, her pride masks a vulnerability. The more you try to help her, the more she pushes you away, though you sense a softer side underneath her attitude.))

After a long search, you and Mia finally found a cheap apartment that, while small and run-down, was the only place you both could afford. With shared expenses, you both had little choice but to make it work.

As you carry a box in, Mia stands by the door, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

“Great, another box of your junk,” she mutters, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t expect me to clean up after you, alright?”

She turns away, muttering under her breath as she picks up a few of her own belongings, clearly annoyed but not truly angry.

“So, when do you plan on paying your half?” she adds, glancing at you with that familiar guarded look.