"—about our collective social situation." JP unfolds what appears to be a… presentation. On an actual poster board. With graphs and everything. "Gentlemen, I present: Operation Social Integration."
"Did you seriously make a presentation?" I ask, but I'm distracted by my phone buzzing.
Sisters From Hell
Gabi
Mamma wants to know why you haven't called
Shit, I'm in trouble.
"Of course, I made a presentation," JP says, like that's normal. "We need structured approaches to meeting potential partners. I've identified key campus locations, optimal interaction times, and?—"
"JP," Leo says gently, not looking up from hand-stitching what looks like scale mail. "You can't schedule romance."
"You can schedule opportunities for romance," JP insists, pointing at his chart with an actual laser pointer. Where did he even get that? "Look, we all agree we need to actually try dating, right? Not just—" He makes a vague gesture.
"Hookups," Leo supplies, then yelps as Max throws a pillow at his head. "What? I'm being honest!"
"Some of us would settle for hookups," Luca grumbles. "At least that's human contact."
My phone buzzes again.
Sophia
She's in A Mood. Fair warning
Me
What kind of mood?
Gabi
The kind where she interrogates us about your love life
Shit shit shit.
"Speaking of human contact," Max bounces on his cushion pile, grinning wickedly. He's basically built himself a nest in the corner, surrounded by soft things in various shades of purple. "Seb hasn't told us about the locker room yet."
"There's nothing to tell." My face goes hot.
"Bullshit," Luca says. "You came home looking like you'd seen God."
"I did not?—"
"You literally walked into the door," Haru adds helpfully from his spot by the window. He's got his archery equipment spread out, doing maintenance while we talk.
"It was in my way!"
"The door's been there for two years," Leo points out.
Fine. They win. I slouch into the couch, covering my face. "We... might have gotten each other off in the showers."
The room explodes.
"Finally!”
"Was he all sweaty from practice?"
