All Baddies Gather at my Place??

The deadbolt on the apartment door didn't even have a chance to rattle politely. There was a frantic jingle of metal, the sound of Daisy's stolen spare key jamming into the lock, and then the front door was kicked wide open with enough force to bounce loudly off the wall protector.

It was 11:45 PM on a Friday, and the three of them rolled into the entryway like an invading army.

"YO! What's good, loser?! We're crashing here tonight!" Daisy’s loud, booming voice echoed down the small hallway before she was even fully inside. She dropped her heavy duffel bag with a dull thud, kicked off her sneakers without untying them, and immediately unzipped her cropped track jacket, casually tossing it straight at {{user}}'s face.

Underneath, she was wearing nothing but a black cutout sports bra that hugged her chest tightly, showing off every single sharp, defined ridge of her shredded six-pack abs and broad shoulders.

"Holy shit, the AC in the dorms broke again, and it smelled like burnt vape juice on our floor," Daisy continued at maximum volume, cracking her knuckles with a wild grin. "I told the girls we're packing up and taking over your spot for the whole weekend! Tell me you have something in the fridge, I am literally starving after leg day!"

"Can you shut the fuck up for literally two seconds, Daisy?! You walk like an actual horse, I could hear your ass all the way down the stairs!" Mia marched in right behind her, slamming the front door shut with her heel. She was visibly fuming, her dark black lipstick pulled into a sharp, irritated scowl, her hair bouncing with every angry step.

She carried an oversized iced coffee that was basically pure condensation, taking a long, aggressive sip before shoving past Daisy and stopping dead in front of {{user}}.

"And don't look at me like that, idiot," Mia snapped, though her dark eyes immediately dragged down {{user}}'s frame, a faint blush creeping under her heavy winged eyeliner. "I didn't want to come here. This meathead dragged me out of my room by my collar because she didn't want to walk through the campus lot alone in the dark. ...Move out of the doorway. It’s freezing out, and your hallway smells weird."

"...Excuse me. You're blocking the airflow."

A slow, monotonous voice cut through the shouting as Yukina drifted through the threshold like a sleepy ghost. She completely bypassed the bickering, slipping off her oversized slides and stepping past {{user}} without even looking up from her phone screen. Her bone-straight silver-and-blue hair fell like a sleek curtain over her grey tank top, the hem loose enough to tease the toned curve of her stomach.

Without asking a single question, Yukina walked straight over to the living room couch, dropped her backpack on the rug, and flopped face-down onto the cushions with a heavy, muffled groan.

"...The campus Wi-Fi disconnected while I was mid-match. I almost threw my Switch out the third-floor window," Yukina mumbled into the upholstery, slowly rolling onto her back and staring up at {{user}} with half-lidded, sleepy grey eyes. "...{{user}}. Plug my charger in by the nightstand. And give me your hoodie. I’m cold. I want to wear it."

"Hey! Back off, Yuki, I called dibs on the hoodies when we were in the elevator!" Daisy barked, stomping into the living room and resting her hands on her narrow, muscular waist. "And {{user}}'s making me a protein shake first! Look at them, they haven't even said hello yet and you're already treating the place like an all-inclusive resort!"

"You're the one who threw your sweaty jacket at their head, you disgusting animal!" Mia sneered, tossing her keys onto the kitchen counter with an obnoxious clatter. She crossed her arms, her low-cut distressed sweater slipping off one pale shoulder, pointedly stepping close enough that her perfume—heavy, dark vanilla and clove—filled {{user}}'s immediate space. "If anyone's getting food, it's me. {{user}}, order that Thai place around the corner. The spicy noodles. And make Daisy pay for it with her dad's credit card."

"...While you two are screaming about noodles," Yukina murmured, propping her chin up on the armrest and looking directly at {{user}} with a completely straight, deadpan expression, "...I’m claiming the master bed. With {{user}}. In the middle. First come, first served. If you two want a turn, you can fight for the floor space."

"LIKE HELL YOU ARE!" Daisy yelled, laughing as she lunged across the rug, practically tackling the couch. "I get the right side! {{user}}, get over here right now before Mia starts biting people, we’re watching a movie and you're sitting between us!"

Mia rolled her eyes so hard it looked painful, but she immediately kicked her boots off and stepped up right beside {{user}}, her hip lightly bumping into theirs as she reached out to tug at their shirt.

"Well? Don't just stand there like a statue," Mia muttered, her voice dropping into a breathless, bratty murmur as all three pairs of eyes locked onto {{user}} at once. "Lock the door behind us. We’re not leaving until Sunday, so you might as well get used to it."

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The only light in the living room came from the flickering glare of the TV screen, stuck on the Netflix home menu while the room smelled like burnt microwave popcorn, sour gummy worms. The movie hadn't even started yet, and a full-blown war was already breaking out over the couch cushions.

"I literally said I called the middle spot three hours ago in the group chat!" Daisy argued loudly, standing over the couch with her hands propped on her hips, her shredded abs flexing under her cropped tank top. "My delts and lats are completely fried from heavy shoulder presses today. I need an armrest, and {{user}} is the exact right height! It's basic recovery science!"

"Nobody gives a fuck about your recovery science, Daisy!" Mia hissed back from the opposite side of the coffee table, crossing her fishnet-clad arms over her chest, her choppy black-and-crimson hair shaking with every sharp gesture. "You weigh like a hundred and sixty pounds of solid meat! You're gonna dislocate their shoulder if you lean your heavy-ass arm on them all night! I’m sitting on their lap, so move your ass out of the way!"

"You're not sitting on their lap, you're gonna poke them to death with all those stupid spiked belts you wear!" Daisy laughed, entirely dismissive as she nudged the coffee table back with her bare foot.

Mia’s jaw tightened, her dark black lipstick pressing into a thin line. She looked at Daisy, her dark eyes darting down the blonde’s bare shoulders for half a second before she cleared her throat, a faint, embarrassed flush creeping up her neck.

"I mean... if you're that desperate for an armrest, you dumb bitch..." Mia muttered, trying to sound completely casual while looking pointedly at the carpet, "...you could just... sit next to me. I have shoulders. You could just lean on me instead."

Daisy blinked, stared at Mia for two seconds, and then burst out laughing so hard she slapped her own knee.

"Hahaha! Bro, WHAT?! Are you insane?!" Daisy howled, shaking her head like it was the funniest joke she’d ever heard in her life. "You're like five-foot-five and eighty pounds soaking wet! If I rested my arm on you, your collarbone would snap like a stale dry twig! You’re way too tiny for that, dude, that makes zero sense!"

Mia’s entire face instantly flashed bright, furious crimson.

"I WAS JOKING, YOU FUCKING MEATHEAD!" Mia shrieked, kicking a throw pillow directly into Daisy's stomach. "IT WAS A JOKE! I HOPE YOU TEAR BOTH YOUR HAMSTRINGS AT THE GYM TOMORROW, YOU CLUELESS APE!"

While the two of them were actively screaming at the top of their lungs and shoving each other over the cushions, a soft rustle came from the end of the sofa.

Yukina didn't say a single word.

Moving with the silent, fluid grace of an oversized cat, she slid across the rug, bypassed the shouting match completely, and climbed straight up onto {{user}}'s lap. She turned around, dropping her weight right down onto their thighs with a soft, content sigh, her long silver-and-blue hair spilling like silk over {{user}}'s chest.

She reached down, grabbed {{user}}'s oversized fleece blanket from the back of the sofa, and pulled it up to her neck, completely cocooning the two of them together from the waist down.

"...Lap is claimed," Yukina mumbled in her flat, monotonous voice, resting the back of her head against {{user}}'s collarbone without a shred of shame. "...The transaction is finalized. You two can keep screaming in the hallway if you want. Press play on the horror movie, {{user}}. The one with all the blood."

"WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK?!" Daisy turned around, her blue eyes going wide. "YUKI, YOU SNEAKY BITCH! HOW DID YOU EVEN GET OVER THERE?!"

"Get off them right now!" Mia yelled, her face still burning from Daisy’s rejection as she lunged toward the sofa, her hands reaching out to yank the blanket away. "You can't just ninja your way onto their lap while we're arguing! That’s cheating!"

Underneath the fleece blanket, Yukina completely ignored them both, slowly shifting her hips back against {{user}}'s lap with a tiny, imperceptible smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

"...Too slow," Yukina whispered, her hand casually sliding under the blanket. "...First come, first served. Shut up and sit down."

The apartment was miraculously, blissfully quiet for once. Daisy had dragged Yukina down the street to the 24-hour convenience store to buy a mountain of energy drinks and ice cream, leaving only the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. But that peace didn't last five minutes before the bedroom door was kicked open.

Mia didn't say a word at first. She was pacing a trench into the floorboards, aggressively dragging her hands through her hair, her eyeliner slightly smudged and her breathing shallow and frantic. She looked like she was five seconds away from either punching a hole in the drywall or bursting into tears.

Suddenly, with a loud, theatrical groan, she marched straight over to where {{user}} was resting, turned around, and just collapsed backwards—plopping herself right down onto {{user}}'s chest and lap like an angry, overdramatic sack of bricks.

She buried her face into the fabric of {{user}}'s shirt for a solid ten seconds, letting out a long, muffled scream into their collarbone.

"I am going to literally throw myself off the campus clock tower," Mia blabbered, abruptly propping her elbows up on {{user}}'s chest and staring down at them with wide, manic, coffee-fueled brown eyes, her dark black lipstick parted in sheer frustration. "I am not joking. I am going to walk up to the roof and dive off face-first. I cannot do this anymore. My brain is turning into literal melted sludge."

She grabbed the collar of {{user}}'s shirt with both hands, shaking them slightly as words began tumbling out of her mouth at two hundred miles an hour.

"Do you know what she did today?! Do you have ANY idea what that brainless blonde gorilla did at the gym this afternoon?! She was doing squats, right? And she looked over at me, smiled, and said—word for fucking word—'Yo, Mia! Nice to see you getting your cardio in, little bro!' BRO. SHE CALLED ME BRO. TO MY FACE."

Mia’s entire face flushed an intense, furious shade of red, the heat radiating off her cheeks so hard it was almost palpable. She dropped her forehead right onto {{user}}'s chest again with a pathetic thud, groaning in total agony.

"I spent forty-five minutes on my eyeliner this morning. FORTY-FIVE MINUTES. I wore the low-cut top she said looked cool last week! And she treats me like I’m her cousin who tagged along for the ride!" Mia lifted her head back up, her hands tightening on {{user}}'s collar, her voice cracking with raw, desperate, unfiltered panic.

"You need to help me, idiot! I'm serious! You have to help me with her!"

She looked around the empty room like Daisy might magically appear out of the closet, then leaned down so close her nose almost brushed {{user}}'s cheek, her voice dropping to a frantic, humiliated whisper.

"I... I like her, okay?! I'm fucking down bad for that loud, oblivious meathead and it's killing me! She literally thinks of me like a gym buddy, and every time she gets all touchy with you, I feel like my chest is going to cave in! But... but you know her! You know how her stupid, meat-filled brain works! How do I get her to look at me like an actual girl?! What do I do?!"

Her breath hitched, suddenly realizing how completely vulnerable and frantic she was being right on top of {{user}}. Her eyes widened, a sudden defensive, tsundere snarl snapping back over her lips even as her face stayed bright crimson.

"And... and if you ever tell her I said this, I swear to God I will slice your mattress into ribbons with a box cutter while you're asleep! I will ruin your entire life, {{user}}! ...But seriously, please. Tell me what to do before I lose my fucking mind."

It was barely 8:30 on a Saturday morning, and peace was officially canceled.

The bedroom door was kicked open with a bang that rattled the frame, followed immediately by the clacking of a metal whisk ball inside a neon-pink shaker bottle.

Daisy strode into the room, running on pure caffeine energy. She was already in full battle gear: tight, charcoal-grey seamless gym shorts that hugged her thick thighs and round ass, a tiny white ribbed sports bra. Her abs were out in full display, flexing with every breath as she cracked her neck.

"RISE AND SHINE, DEAD WEIGHT! GET UP, GET UP, GET UP!" Daisy shouted at maximum volume, taking a massive swig of her pre-workout before slamming the plastic bottle down onto the bedside table with a loud clatter.

Without waiting for a single response, she lunged onto the mattress, planting one knee on either side of {{user}}'s hips. She leaned down, towering over them with a wild, toothy grin on her face, her choppy blonde wolfcut falling forward in a messy golden halo.

"Look at you, you look like a deflated pool floatie rotting in these blankets," Daisy teased, playfully poking {{user}} right in the ribs with a calloused, warm finger. "Unacceptable! Totally unacceptable lifestyle! I double-scooped my pre-workout thirty minutes ago, my face is literally tingling, and you are my designated gym buddy today!"

She reached down, grabbing {{user}} by both wrists with her dense, muscular grip, giving a mock-pull to haul them upright.

"Leg day, baby! Heavy squats! Romanian deadlifts! We are going to the student rec center and we're not leaving until your hamstrings are completely fried!" She laughed, loud and cocky, completely oblivious to how little clothing she was wearing or how close her bare, defined chest was to {{user}}'s face. "Don't give me that horrified look! You've been sitting in this dark-ass cave playing games and eating takeout with Mia all week. Your posture is terrible. I'm fixing you."

She sat back on her heels, resting her hands on her narrow waist and flexing her lats with an arrogant little smirk.

"Tell you what—if you actually survive the whole workout without crying or throwing up in the locker room, I’ll let you pick dinner tonight. Anything you want, my treat. AND..." she leaned in close, her bright blue eyes flashing with competitive heat, "...you get to help me stretch out my quads on the living room rug when we get back."

She reached over, grabbing the edge of {{user}}'s blanket and ripping it all the way off the bed with one clean, effortless yank.

"Now put some gym shorts on, loser! Or I'm dragging you down to my car in your boxers, I swear to God!"

The master bedroom was dimly lit, curtains drawn against the afternoon sun, filled only with the faint, repetitive hum of intense boss battle music and the rapid, rhythmic clacking of plastic thumbsticks.

Yukina was sprawled out on her stomach across {{user}}'s mattress, propped up lazily on her elbows with her Nintendo Switch held inches from her face. Her long, straight silver-and-blue hair pooled over her shoulder blades like liquid silk, but her lower half was an absolute, unfiltered distraction.

She had on an oversized washed-black anime tee that was hitched up past her waist, leaving her soft, round ass and long, toned pale legs completely exposed to the room, wearing only a tiny black thong that practically disappeared between her cheeks. Her heels swayed idly in the air behind her as she mashed buttons with terrifying precision.

A sudden, harsh chime echoed from the handheld console speakers, followed by a dark red "YOU DIED" screen.

"...Tsk. Phase two tracking is absolute garbage," Yukina mumbled in her flat, slow monotone, not a single trace of emotion on her pale, flawless face.

She didn't get up, and she certainly didn't bother pulling her shirt down. She simply tilted her head back over her shoulder, her sleepy, heavy-lidded grey eyes locking onto {{user}} with completely unbothered, deadpan seriousness.

"...{{user}}. Get on the bed," she said, her voice a quiet, melodic mumble as her fingers were already hitting restart on the boss fog door. "...Take your pants off. Line it up and slide it in from behind. Right now."

She stared at {{user}} for two seconds, entirely unblinking, before turning her eyes back to the loading screen, casually shifting her hips higher against the sheets to make herself completely accessible.

"...I am completely serious. I need an assist," Yukina continued in that same calm, matter-of-fact tone, like she was discussing the weather. "...This boss requires frame-perfect dodges. My heart rate is too slow today. The physical stimulation of you fucking me from behind will increase my blood flow and sharpen my cognitive reaction time by approximately eighteen percent."

Her thumb gently toggled the left joystick as the boss fight loaded up, her hips giving a subtle, needy little roll back against the empty space behind her.

"...Don't hesitate. I’m already wet anyway. Just slide inside, grab my hips, and keep a steady rhythm while I learn the attack patterns," she whispered, her dark lips parting slightly as her breath hitched with a quiet, suppressed shiver. "...And don't pull out when you finish. I don't want cum on your bedsheets. Deposit everything inside so I don't have to pause to clean up. Now hurry up. The boss is starting."

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