The sunlight spilled through the curtains, hitting Jayson right in the eyes. He groaned, pulling the blanket tighter. For a moment, he forgot yesterday even happened—forgot that Angela was here, sleeping under the same roof.
Then a soft humming reached his ears.
Not the humming of a man.
Too light. Too airy. Almost… feminine.
His eyes shot open.
Jayson (thinking): No way… she's already awake?
He dragged himself out of bed, hair a mess, only to find Angela already in the kitchen—wearing one of his oversized shirts, sleeves rolled halfway up, moving casually like she owned the place.
Angela: "Morning, sleepyhead. You're still the same, huh? Can't wake up on time without me."
Jayson: "…Why are you in my shirt?!"
Angela: (smirking) "What, you'd prefer I cook in nothing instead?"
Jayson nearly choked on his own breath.
Before he could retort, another voice came from the doorway—
Tom, carrying a bag, yawning:
"Morning… oh? Smells good."
Angela turned, smiled, and waved.
Angela: "Oh right! Jayson, meet Tom. Our new roommate… for a week."
Jayson froze.
Jayson: "Wait. Roommate? Who the hell approved this?!"
Angela: "The landlord. Don't glare at me. I just said yes."
Tom (half-awake, staring at Angela): "…Hold on. Are you… really female? This is supposed to be a male-only apartment…"
Angela leaned against the counter, lips curling into a mischievous grin.
Angela: "Hahaha. All you need is an ID. And mine says female. Technically."
Jayson dropped his spoon.
Jayson: "Don't start this again!"
Tom blinked, processing. His face went pale, then red.
Tom: "So… you were actually… a male before? Wait, so do you actually still have a—"
Jayson slammed his hand on the table.
Jayson: "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU BOTH TALKING ABOUT?!"
Angela giggled, resting her cheek on her palm.
Angela: "Fufufu… take a guess, boys."The sunlight spilled through the curtains, hitting Jayson square in the face.
"Ugh…" He groaned, pulling the blanket tighter over his head. His body begged for five more minutes. For a blissful second, he almost forgot about yesterday. Forgot about Angela barging into his life. Forgot about the fact that his world was no longer a quiet, predictable mess.
And then…
A soft humming reached his ears.
Not the grumble of a guy, not the monotone sound of a neighbor's vacuum. No, this was… lighter. Airy. Playful. The kind of hum that had a rhythm, a cheerfulness behind it—something he hadn't heard in years.
Jayson's eyes shot open.
"No way… she's already awake?" he muttered to himself.
Dragging himself out of bed, his hair a tangled bird's nest, Jayson shuffled toward the kitchen. The floor felt cold against his feet, his mind still foggy.
And then he saw it.
Angela.
Wearing his oversized shirt, sleeves rolled halfway up, standing in front of the stove like she owned the place. Her long hair fell over her shoulders as she stirred a pan, humming like this was some kind of slice-of-life drama instead of his cursed reality.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Angela chirped, without even looking at him. "Still the same, huh? Can't wake up on time without me."
Jayson froze at the doorway. His brain needed a full five seconds before he managed to bark:
"…Why the hell are you in my shirt?!"
Angela turned her head just enough to shoot him a sly grin.
"What, you'd prefer I cook in nothing instead?"
Jayson nearly choked on his own breath.
"W–what kind of answer is that?!"
"Relax, it's just a shirt." She winked. "Besides… it smells like you. I sleep better in things like that."
Jayson's heart skipped. What does that even mean?!
Before he could yell at her again, another voice came from behind.
"Morning… oh? Smells good."
Jayson spun around. A tall guy stood in the doorway, carrying a duffel bag over one shoulder, hair messy from sleep.
"…Who the hell are you?" Jayson demanded.
Angela turned, beaming. "Oh right! Jayson, meet Tom. Our new roommate… for a week."
"Roommate?!" Jayson's jaw hit the floor. "Wait, wait, wait—who the hell approved this?!"
"The landlord." Angela shrugged innocently. "Don't glare at me. I just said yes."
Tom rubbed his eyes, still half-awake, then looked between Angela and Jayson. "Uh… question. This is supposed to be a male-only apartment, right?" His gaze lingered on Angela. "…So… are you really female?"
Angela leaned against the counter, lips curling into that mischievous grin Jayson knew all too well.
"Hahaha. All you need is an ID. And mine says female. Technically."
Jayson dropped the spoon he was holding. "Don't start this again, Angela!"
Tom blinked a few times, trying to process. His face went pale, then red.
"Wait… so… you were actually… a male before? Then… do you still have a—"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU BOTH TALKING ABOUT?!" Jayson slammed his hand against the table, glaring at both of them.
Angela giggled, resting her cheek on her palm like a queen watching her servants argue.
"Fufufu… take a guess, boys."
Tom's brain short-circuited. He grabbed his head like steam was pouring out of it.
"Ughhh… it's male but… it's female enough. My brain's on overload 🌋."
Angela's eyes twinkled, clearly enjoying herself. "You're funny. I like funny people."
Jayson's eyebrow twitched. "Don't touch my friend without my permission, Angela!"
"Eh?" Tom blinked. "Friend? We just met."
"He's my roommate," Jayson snapped. "Which makes him under my protection. Don't go filling his head with your nonsense!"
Angela pouted, puffing out her cheeks like a spoiled princess. "You're no fun, Jayson. It's just teasing. Besides, you're acting like I'm corrupting some poor innocent child. He's older than me!"
"Still doesn't matter!"
Tom, caught between their glaring match, raised his hands. "Uh, guys? Shouldn't we, like, eat breakfast before World War III starts?"
Angela clapped her hands together. "Exactly! Finally, someone with priorities. Sit down, both of you."
Jayson muttered curses under his breath but obeyed. Tom slid into the seat beside him, still sneaking glances at Angela, who proudly placed a plate of eggs and toast in front of them.
"Eat up. I worked hard," Angela said, hands on her hips.
Jayson poked at the food with suspicion. "…This isn't poisoned, right?"
Angela rolled her eyes. "Please. If I wanted to kill you, I'd do it while you were asleep."
Jayson's fork froze halfway. "That's… not funny."
Angela leaned closer, whispering near his ear: "You sure about that?"
He flinched so hard Tom almost spat out his water.
"…You two are way too much for this early in the morning," Tom muttered.
Angela laughed, grabbing her own plate. "Get used to it. This is just the beginning."
And just like that, the morning slipped into chaos.
Jayson chewed angrily, Angela hummed like a cat who had just caught her prey, and Tom stared at both of them, wondering what kind of madhouse he had walked into.Jayson chewed angrily, his jaw working like he could grind the frustration into dust. Angela hummed softly, the sound low and feline, almost like she was savoring some private joke. Tom blinked at both of them, still holding his half-empty coffee cup, feeling like he had stumbled straight into a madhouse.
"Seriously," Jayson muttered through gritted teeth, "what the hell are you playing at, Angela? First, you show up like… like some goddess in the middle of the street, and now you just waltz into my kitchen like you own the place. And now a roommate? Who the hell approved this?"
Angela stretched lazily, hair tumbling over one shoulder, and yawned with perfect poise. "Relax, sleepyhead. I'm just making things… interesting. Life's boring without a little chaos, don't you think?"
Tom coughed awkwardly, trying to sip his coffee without being noticed. "Uh… yeah, interesting… that's one way to put it," he said, eyes flicking between Jayson's glaring face and Angela's teasing grin. "But, uh… Jayson, aren't you going to, like… question some things here? I mean… she—uh, Angela—was a guy before?"
Jayson threw up his hands. "Yes! I know! You don't need to point it out every five seconds! And don't act like you don't know it either!"
Angela hummed again, the sound curling around them like smoke. "Oh, I know. I know everything," she said, tilting her head slightly. "And you? You're cute when you're flustered. Really, it's… adorable."
Jayson's cheeks burned a furious red. "Adorable?! Are you insane? I'm your best friend! How is this… adorable?"
Angela's grin widened, mischievous and smug. She stepped closer, letting her hand brush casually against his arm. The motion was deliberate, teasing, and Jayson swore he could feel his heartbeat stutter. "Because," she murmured, eyes sparkling like a cat watching a mouse, "I like seeing reactions. And you… oh, you're just perfect for it."
Tom stared at the scene, coffee forgotten. His mind spun. This was not normal. This was… something entirely else. "Okay… okay, I need to understand," he muttered to himself. "She—he—whatever—is now female… and your best friend… and you're… what? Flustered? And… she's teasing you?"
Jayson groaned loudly, pushing his hair back. "Yes! That's exactly what's happening! And it's infuriating!"
Angela tilted her head, humming once more. The hum was low, almost suggestive, and Tom felt his stomach knot. He didn't know if he wanted to look away or stay frozen in fascination.
"Come on, Jayson," Angela said, sliding past him to reach for the fridge. "We've got breakfast to make. And don't look so tense—this is just… domestic life, you know?"
Jayson blinked, dumbfounded. "Domestic… life? You just… you—wait—you want to… cook with me? Here? In my kitchen?"
Angela leaned against the counter, hips swaying slightly, and hummed like she was already imagining it. "Of course. Why else would I be here?"
Tom groaned. "I—no, I can't… I just… I'm out of my depth." He took a cautious step toward the door. "I'm… gonna… uh… leave you two to… domestic chaos."
Angela's eyes flicked toward him, playful and knowing. "Stay," she purred. "Or leave… but be warned, it's more fun if you stay."
Jayson looked at Tom like he was insane. "Stay? You can't just—ugh—fine. If you insist, Tom. But… don't get any ideas!"
Tom swallowed hard and nodded, deciding that maybe this apartment was a place where logic went to die.
Angela hummed triumphantly, pulling a carton of eggs from the fridge. "Good. Now, let's see if we can survive breakfast without burning the place down."
Jayson muttered under his breath as he grabbed a frying pan, already anticipating the chaos. "I swear… this is going to be the weirdest week of my life."
Angela hummed like a satisfied predator, glancing at him with a glance that made his stomach twist. "Relax, Jayson. You'll get used to it. Or… maybe you won't. And maybe… that's the fun part."
Tom looked between them, eyes wide. "I… I think I'm definitely not going to get used to this."
And with that, the three of them began their first morning together. Eggs cracked, pans sizzled, and amidst the laughter, teasing, and faintly erotic tension, the day began.
Even as the sunlight spilled across the kitchen tiles, casting long shadows over the trio, one thing was certain: this was not going to be an ordinary week.