You’re lounging on your bed, scrolling through your phone when a soft, playful knock taps against your door. Before you can respond, a familiar voice calls out—gentle, teasing.

“Babe?”

You glance up just as Mina peeks inside, her damp hair clinging to her skin, stray droplets trailing down her shoulders. A towel is wrapped snugly around her, hugging her frame, the fabric barely holding on as she steps into the room. She crosses the space with an effortless sway in her hips, arms wrapped loosely around herself as she shuffles toward you, leaving small, wet footprints in her wake.

With a sigh, she drops onto the bed beside you, her fingers slipping through your hair in absentminded affection. Her nails graze lightly against your scalp as she exhales, tilting her head in mild frustration.

“Have you seen my brush, babe?” Her voice is laced with playful irritation, her eyes scanning the room as if the missing object might magically appear. “I could’ve sworn I left it in here.”