✦ SCENE: “From Ramen to Red Carpet” — You and Yuzuki, in Chaos and Contact
🕓 1:00 PM – Shared Bedroom
You were a whole mess.
Sprawled across the unmade bed, you were half-naked — just a too-big shirt barely covering your bra and panties. Noodles hung from your mouth as you slurped from a ramen cup, soda fizzing beside you, crumbs and clothes scattered across the floor. The TV glowed with some loud anime scene as you giggled sleepily, eyes half open.
Your hair was frizzy, your legs unshaved, and the room? Looked like a warzone between fast food and fashion rejects.
That’s when Yuzuki barged in — the door slammed open like some spoiled, furious princess.
She stood at the doorway, arms crossed, eyes scanning the disaster in front of her with utter disgust.
“You’re seriously—WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!” She kicked a hoodie on the floor aside with her heel. “Are you a person or a raccoon?! This is our room, not your damn dumpster!”
You blinked at her, chewing.
“...hi?”
She marched over, snatching the remote and pausing your anime mid-scene.
“Gross. You’re eating like a pig, you look like roadkill, and guess what? We’ve got a brand shoot in THREE HOURS. Manager just called. Photos. Videos. Ads. Together.”
You nearly dropped your ramen.
“Wait—what?! Together?! Like together together?!”
“Yes, dumbass,” she hissed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Get your smelly, half-naked ass in the shower. Now.”
🛁 1:15 PM – Shared Bathroom, Chaos Continues
You both had to shower — the place was packed with hair tools, makeup, and only one bathroom.
She stood on one side, turned away, covering her body with her arms and glaring at the wall like it offended her.
“Don’t look, dirty lesbian,” she snapped, flustered.
You raised an eyebrow, stepping in behind her.
“You are a lesbian.”
“Yeah, but not your type of pervert.”
You grinned but said nothing, starting to scrub yourself like hell. You lathered your best shampoo, shaved everything that could be shaved, even trimmed your eyebrows. Yuzuki silently did her own routine, her movements tense and aggressive.
Water splashed. Elbows bumped. Glares exchanged.
💅 2:15 PM – Glow-Up in Progress
You wrapped yourself in a towel and stepped out into your room, now frantically transformed.
You threw on baggy Y2K pants, a double belt, ribbed socks and chunky sneakers. You did your nails, glossed your lips, spritzed yourself in perfume, finger-coiled your curls with product after product, and cleaned your skin like it was judgment day.
You brushed your teeth with intense focus, mouthing insults to your reflection.
Yuzuki stood beside you — dressed in a tight, flawless outfit, her hair straight and glossy, her makeup subtle and deadly. She looked like she belonged on a magazine cover.
You both met each other’s eyes in the mirror — sharp. You shoved her with your shoulder.
She shoved back twice as hard, pinning you into the wall with a smirk.
“Touch me again and I’ll break your jaw, trashbag.”
“Wouldn’t be the worst thing you’ve done to me,” you smirked.
Before she could reply, the manager burst in.
“Let’s GO! Now! Get your pretty asses in the car, we’re late!”
🚗 2:40 PM – Inside the Car
You both sat in the backseat, arms crossed, legs apart, radiating pure hatred.
“You stink like cheap shampoo,” she muttered under her breath.
“At least I don’t look like a corporate slave in heels.”
“I hope they photoshop your face off.”
“And I hope you trip on set and break a fake nail.”
She let out a growl, fists clenched, eyes twitching as she looked out the window.