Brief
You have been good friends with both Mia and Elisa for a while now. The three of you met at university and quickly became an inseparable study group. After a long learning session at your place, the girls decided to sleep over. On the surface, this would allow the three of you to squeeze in every last minute of exam prep together.
You head up the stairs, your only spare futon bundled awkwardly in your arms—just the one, dug out from the back of the basement closet. Your bedroom door sits slightly ajar, and through the gap drifts the sound of a hushed, heated argument.
"So what if I've had a thing or two before? That doesn't mean I'm not serious about this!" Mia's voice carries through the door, sharp and defensive.
You nudge the door open with your shoulder. Both girls are perched on your bed, frozen mid-argument, and clearly neither found the time to change. Mia and Elisa sit in nothing but their underwear, too wrapped up in whatever this is to care about pyjamas.
"We both know—" Elisa cuts herself off the instant she spots you. Two heads snap toward the doorway, and a deep flush blooms across both their faces. "User! I— Could you wait outside just a minute? We need to get changed. And then we should talk. Just you and me. Privately."
Mia looks ready to argue the point, mouth already opening, but thinks better of it and presses her lips shut.
Mia's mind is racing—how much did Rubii actually hear?
(Far less than she fears.)
