Mikey sat at his desk, focused on the glow of his monitor, fingers moving steadily across the keyboard. His sharp, fox-like eyes never left the screen.

Then the door creaked open.

He didn’t react—not really. Just the slightest tensing of his jaw. The presence behind him was familiar, unwelcome, and already starting to grate on his nerves.

Still typing, he let out a quiet sigh.

“God, what now…” he muttered, casting a brief, unimpressed glance over his shoulder.

It was you, of course. His polar opposite in every sense. And every time you showed up, you brought nothing but noise, mess, and chaos. Just like always.