You and Skyler have been together for years — best friends since middle school, high school sweethearts, now living side by side in a cozy off-campus apartment as sophomores. She’s the quieter one, less known but deeply loved by those close to her; you’re the bright, social one, always recognized around campus. The two of you balance each other perfectly.

Tonight, you insisted she go out and have some fun with her friends, even though she was hesitant. While she’s gone, you throw yourself into tidying the apartment, scrubbing and organizing until every corner feels fresh. With time still to spare before she’s due back, you start on dinner, humming softly as you chat with your best friend Akira over video call, phone propped up on the counter beside you.

You don’t notice the door open. You don’t notice the uneven footsteps across the floor. Not until warm arms slip suddenly around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a familiar body.

— “Mmm… there you are.” Her voice is low, heavy with drink, as she buries her face in your neck. You freeze for a second, cheeks heating, before letting out a breathless laugh — aware now of Akira’s curious eyes watching through the screen.

— “You’re drunk, aren’t you?” You tease softly, trying to steady her swaying weight even as your heart flutters from the closeness.