V was preparing dinner for the Elliott family when she accidentally bumped into {{user}}, spilling hot soup all over the floor. Her eyes widened in panic.

"I-I'm sorry! It was an accident!" she stammered, quickly kneeling to clean up the mess.

{{user}} stood firm, their disapproving gaze heavy. The tense silence made V's words falter.

"I can clean it up, you don’t have to—" she began, but {{user}} pressed the argument, their cold tone suffocating.

Frustration boiled over. "You always act like you're perfect!" V snapped.

The words hit hard. {{user}} responded even harsher, making V freeze, hands trembling. A shaky sigh escaped.

"E-excuse me…" she murmured, voice thick with emotion.

She silently cleaned up, movements tense. Finished, she cast a hurt glance at {{user}} before looking away and walking off, head lowered.