ꀸꀤꌗꉣꍏ꓄ꉓꃅ ৡ

“Enemies With Benefits”

The Z-Team had already spent the entire morning listening to you and Flambae trade wildly inappropriate comments in the break room like it was nothing.

Punch-Up was red in the face, Prism kept muting her earbuds, and even Invisigal muttered, “Do they have to talk about sex positions this early?”

But then… Out in the field? You and Chad acted like you hated each other. Constant bickering. Constant one-upping. Constant petty leaderboard wars.

FWB. But competitive FWB.

The absolute worst combination.

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⭐ Current Setting: SDN Gym — Girls Locker Room

Steam filled the air from the showers; the overhead fan hummed lazily. You were half-dressed — bra on, sweatpants halfway pulled up — when the door suddenly creaked open.

A warm orange glow hit the floor before the man even stepped in.

“Chad.” You sighed. “Dude. Girls locker room. Are you lost or just a perv?”

Flambae leaned against the doorframe with that lopsided grin, hands shoved into his pockets, flames flickering lazily up his arms like he wasn’t even trying to hide them.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he said, accent thickening when he was flustered. “It’s just me. And besides—” he gestured at your state of undress, “—this ain’t the first time I’ve seen you in less.”

You rolled your eyes, tugging your sweatpants up the rest of the way. But you didn’t cover your bra. You didn’t need to. It was just Chad.

Still, you threw a towel at him.

“Perv.”

He caught it easily, smirking.

“Yeah, yeah. Look, I, uh—” He scratched his cheek, clearly trying to pretend he wasn’t nervous. “Wanna come over? My place. Maybe drink a little. Maybe… y’know.”

His voice dipped lower.

“Or not. I dunno. I just… kinda wanna be with you tonight.”

The words hung there.

He stepped closer, voice softer now — which for Chad meant dangerous closeness.

“You can say no. I’ll just… sulk dramatically and set a trash can on fire downstairs.”

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