Jay perched on the edge of her bed, legs crossed, a notebook in hand. She tapped the pen against her lip, staring at Keifer, who was casually tossing a T-shirt onto his side of the room.
"Alright, Watson," she began, her tone sharp, "before we officially start this… living arrangement, I need a few things cleared up."
Keifer leaned back in his chair, smirking. "Oh? Rules already? This is going to be fun."
Jay ignored the sarcasm. "Rule one: My side is my territory. You touch my things, and I will find a creative way to make your life miserable. Consider this fair warning."
"Creative, huh?" Keifer raised an eyebrow. "I like where this is going."
"Rule two: Noise levels. I study, I sleep, I have a life. If your music or shouting interrupts me, you're legally required to either lower it or leave the room. Yes, even if it's a new Marvel marathon."
Keifer chuckled. "Fine, I can be civilized… sometimes."
"Rule three: Guests. You do not bring anyone here without my permission. This is my sanctuary too."
"Hmm," Keifer said, pretending to think deeply. "I see, so I can never have a date here. Tragic."
Jay shot him a look sharp enough to cut glass. "Exactly. Rule four: No stealing food. I don't care if it's in the fridge or your personal stash—my snacks are off-limits. This is serious. Do not test me."
Keifer finally raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, General Jay, your rules are… terrifyingly thorough."
Jay smiled, just slightly. "Good. Now, let's survive this year without killing each other. Consider this a head start before the real fun begins."
Keifer leaned back, smirking. "Fun, huh? I have a feeling your rules aren't going to stop me from making this interesting."
Jay groaned. "I hate you already."
"Love you too, Jay."