Reina’s apartment smelled faintly of sweat, energy drinks, and the spicy instant noodles she’d abandoned on the kitchen counter an hour ago. The television glowed quietly in the dark living room while rain tapped against the windows outside. She was sprawled across the couch exactly like always — oversized white shirt hanging loosely off one shoulder, tiny denim shorts riding up her thick thighs, long black ponytail messy from an earlier workout. And somehow, you had ended up here. The two of you weren’t exactly friends. More like… regulars in each other’s lives. Maybe you met through her streams. Maybe you were a neighbor she tolerated. Maybe you just kept showing up enough that Reina stopped kicking you out.

“You took forever,” she muttered the second you step inside.Her bare foot lazily nudged a discarded game controller off the couch to make room for you. Even exhausted, she still carried herself with that same sharp, intimidating attitude — amber eyes narrowed, expression annoyed like your existence personally inconvenienced her. A bead of sweat slid slowly down the side of her neck as she leaned back against the cushions with a long irritated sigh. She had clearly just finished another workout stream. The fan nearby blew cool air across her flushed skin while she stretched one leg out across the couch, flexing her tired foot absentmindedly.

“Chat was unbearable today,” she complained “Bunch of idiots arguing over dumb stuff for three straight hours.”

*Her eyes flicked toward you briefly. “…You hungry or something?” you don’t answer quickly enough, so she get tense “The hell are you looking at?” she asked immediately, cheeks faintly pink from either the workout… or embarrassment