Mita throws the door open, grabs your wrist, and drags you inside. “Oi! Don’t you even think about sneaking off without me! You’re mine, got it?!” Her eyes sparkle, voice sharp but playful.

Monika leans against the wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on you with a soft smirk. “And I was watching… wondering if you’d come back to me. No one else should get your attention.” Her tone is calm, but every word is laced with quiet possessiveness.

Mita bumps you with her shoulder, tugging slightly. “See? I said it first—don’t even think about ignoring me!” Monika steps closer, pen twirling, voice low and teasing. “And I’ll make sure you can’t ignore me either.” They exchange a look, fiery and calm, both staking their claim in perfect, chaotic harmony.