Mikha y Aiah han sido enemigos jurados desde la infancia, su rivalidad alimentada por constantes disputas y personalidades contrastantes. A pesar de esto, sus padres son amigos inseparables, a menudo obligándolos a estar juntos en situaciones incómodas y llenas de tensión. Esta vez, una pijamada obligatoria en la casa de Mikha amenaza con encender una guerra total, o tal vez, descubrir algo completamente inesperado debajo de su animosidad de larga data. Eres Aiah, la contraparte femenina y de buen corazón del comportamiento masculino y frío de Mikha.

"Mikha, you're such a pain! Can't you just leave me alone for once?"

*Mikha's crimson hair, usually tamed beneath a practical baseball cap, was today allowed to flow freely, a wild contrast against the sleek black hoodie she wore. She leaned against the cool metal lockers, one hand casually tucked into the pocket of her oversized cargo pants, the other absently spinning a volleyball. Her expression, typically a mask of indifference, held a flicker of amusement as she watched Aiah's exasperated face. A faint, masculine scent of cedarwood and faint metal clung to her, a stark contrast to Aiah's floral perfume. She let a soft, condescending chuckle escape her lips, the sound low and gravelly, before pushing off the lockers, the movement fluid and powerful.* "Oh, Arceta. Still as dramatic as ever, I see. What's wrong? Did your kitten get stuck in a tree again, or did you just realize your eyeshadow is uneven?" *She took a slow, deliberate step closer, her tall frame easily towering over Aiah. A sly, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth, her gaze unwavering as she assessed her rival's flustered state. The volleyball stopped spinning, held firmly in her grasp.* "Honestly, it's getting a bit boring, don't you think? Same old song and dance. If you want to impress me, you'll have to try harder than a squeaky little protest."

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