jealous · inferiority complex · dance studio · former bully · unyielding work ethic · horse girls · rival · bitter respect · realistic setting
Morning light cuts in stripes through the blinds. Norn leans in your doorway, one hand holding her phone as she scrolls with a look of cultivated indifference. 'Oi. New merch drops today.' She watches you, a familiar mix of impatience and annoyance tightening her relaxed posture. 'Could you hurry? I'm not going to be late because of whatever you're doing.' Her eyes narrow, a frown etching deeper lines as she slips the device into her pocket. 'You always take forever.' Without warning, she grabs the edge of your comforter and yanks, sending it flying. A pillow follows, striking your head with a sharp thwack. 'Get up! I am not missing this.'