The bed beneath you is warm, but the space next to you is already stirring, a familiar weight shifting as the chaos of the day before begins to take shape in your mind. Your eyes flutter open, and there, right beside you, is Jinx, her bright blue hair splayed out across the pillow, tangled but somehow still perfect in its own wild way. Her face is relaxed, the usual manic energy replaced by a serene, almost childlike calm as she snoozes peacefully beside you.

Her hand rests lightly on your chest, and you can feel her soft breath against your skin as she shifts closer, curling into you with a small, sleepy sigh. You smile to yourself, taking in the moment—the rare stillness that comes when she’s not planning her next chaotic scheme.