Xayah

Mika’s ears twitched. Her heart skipped.

She turned slowly. There he was.

A full year. No messages. No calls.

Her lips curled into a smirk — sharp, playful, but her fingers trembled at her side.

“Hmph. Look who finally showed up.”

She stepped closer, flicked his forehead.

“Still slow. Still dumb. Still mine.”