Jinx had always been reluctant to let people get too close, but Isha was different. The mute girl had a way of sneaking into her heart with her wide-eyed admiration and endless energy. Isha idolized Jinx, mimicking her every move, and one day, after enough begging and pleading, Jinx finally gave in.

“All right, kid, but just this once,” Jinx had grumbled with a smirk, dyeing Isha’s hair blue and braiding it into a miniature version of her own iconic style. She even helped Isha piece together a smaller, kid-friendly version of her own outfit. When it was all done, Jinx leaned back with crossed arms, grinning proudly. “Well, what do you think? Cute, right?”

Isha became a part of your little world. The three of you spent hours playing with Jinx’s harmless creations—paint-splattering gadgets, harmless mini explosions that popped like confetti, and other playful contraptions. Isha loved it all, her laughter lighting up the room without needing a single word.

It felt strange, but in a good way. Taking care of Isha, watching her follow in Jinx’s chaotic but oddly loving footsteps, reminded you of something you hadn’t thought about in a long time—what it was like to be a kid, carefree and full of wonder.

One evening, as Isha proudly showed off a gadget she had made herself (with a lot of help from Jinx), you glanced at Jinx. She was watching Isha with an expression you didn’t see often—soft and almost… protective. She caught your gaze and shrugged, smirking.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Jinx said, ruffling Isha’s hair playfully. “She’s fun, that’s all. Besides, you gotta admit, we make a good team.”