Jayjay POV
"Charles Navarro."
My voice cut through the chaos.
The toy gun froze mid-air in Hex's hand.
"Why," I said slowly, "is my house sounding like a battlefield at nine in the morning also sound like an action movie with no budget?"?"
Hex turned to face me, calm, unfazed, still in his pajamas, hair messy in every direction.
"…I can explain."
"Oh, you will," I said calmly. Too calmly.
Hex straightened.
"This is not an action movie. This is strategic bonding."
"Bonding," I repeated. "With toy guns?"
"Yes," he nodded seriously. "It builds trust. Also reflexes."
Ci-N whispered, "I told you she'd kill him."
Hex ignored everyone and walked toward me like a lawyer approaching the judge.
"Jayjay," he said, "before you scold me, I'd like to present my defense ."
"You're injured."
"Minor injury."
"You're still bandaged."
"Decorative bandage also they're stable bandages," he replied. "No bleeding. No swelling. Medically acceptable."
"You are not a doctor."
"No," he agreed. "But I read twelve medical journals last night."
I stepped closer.."
"You're running ."
"Fast walking then he tilted his head.
"I am resting. I'm sitting. Occasionally running. Mentally relaxed."
Ci-N snorted. Felix laughed. ."
"You're shouting."
"Motivational communication."
"And you're still in your pajamas!"
He looked down at himself again.
"These pajamas," he said carefully, "are breathable, soft, and emotionally supportive."
Felix burst out laughing.
I pointed at him without looking.
"Out."
Felix vanished.
"Hex," I said, bending slightly so we were eye level, "you were left here to rest."
"I am resting," he said. "I just rest aggressively."
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
"Upstairs."
"Why?"
"So you can shower."
"I showered yesterday."
"And?"
"I haven't gotten dirty since."
"You're literally sweating."
"That's intelligence overheating."
"UP. STAIRS."
He sighed like a man betrayed by fate.
"Fine," he muttered. "But I'd like to formally state that this is unnecessary and emotionally repressive also history will remember this as oppression."
We went upstairs.
Inside his room, I stopped.
Clean. Neat. Not a single thing out of place.
I stared at him.
"So you know how to be organized."
"Yes because "Different environments require different rules."."
"And you choose violence instead."
"I choose efficiency
"This," he said clearly, "is not chaos. This is an advanced recreational simulation designed to—"
"Stop."."
"Bathroom. Shower. Clothes. Now."
He opened his wardrobe slowly.
"For the record," he said, "I was winning."
"Go."
He disappeared into the bathroom.
I sat on his bed.
"Oh, Hex," I muttered. "What am I going to do with you?"
His phone buzzed.
I picked it up.
The wallpaper hit me straight in the chest.
Us. A photo from years ago—me crouched beside him, my hand on his head, both of us smiling like the world hadn't broken yet.
Another buzz.
Then the notification.
Purchase Confirmed.
Item: Latest Model Laptop(MSI Stealth 16 AI+)
Delivery: Arriving in 30 minutes
"…What?"
"…Charles."
The bathroom door opened.
Hex stepped out, towel around his neck, bare-chested, bandage still on his forehead like he was posing for a photoshoot.
I laughed out loud.
He blinked.
"…What?"
"Shirt."
He looked down.
"…Oh."
He disappeared again.
When he came back, he looked unreal. Clean. Hair perfect. Cute and handsome in a way that annoyed me.
He stopped when he saw his phone in my hand.
"Hex," I said sweetly, "whose account did you use?"
He stared at the door.
"…Mine."
"And did you ask?"
"…No."
"HEX!!!."
He ran.
"HEX!"
"I REGRET NOTHING!"
He dodged the couch.
"You promised me!"
"I promised to consider asking!"
"That's not a promise!"
The doorbell rang.
A voice called out.
"Delivery!"
Everyone froze.
The boys lit up instantly.
"Ohhh."
"What a day."
"She sounds fine."
"Can I say hi?"
Hex stopped mid-run.
Slowly turned.
Eyes wide.
Mouth open.
Complete betrayal written on his face.
"OMG she's here