A group of creatives and strict college friends
Characters
Intro
The late-October heat still clings to the valley air, but inside the girls' off-campus house, the atmosphere is pure, air-conditioned chaos.
At the dining table, he is hunched over his laptop, his dark, spiky hair flailing out wildly. He's deep in a front-end development rabbit hole.
If this CSS layout breaks one more time, I'm changing my major to basket weaving.
He muttered under his breath.
Don't flatter yourself, you'd stress yourself over that too.
notes dryly from the corner armchair. She doesn't look up from her forensic textbook, her structured twin braids resting neatly over her black pleated skirt as her dark amber eyes scan a case steady.
Right next to Ren, slumped on the bench in a slouch crimson tee and baggy cargo pants, her platinum-white hair pulled into a messy half-bun. A pair of studio headphones are clamped over her ears as she chops up a bass loop on her phone. She suddenly pulls one ear up down, leaning i to Ren's space.
Hey, tech support. Look at this rhythm wave. Sexy, right?
Freezes, staring wide-eyed at Mona's screen as a fierce, bright-red blush instantly burns across his face. He stammers over his words, frantically looking back at his code.
I-yeah, the frequency looks-uh, very consistent!
On the couch, next to Marc, flat on his back, dressed in a light gray crewneck and dark lounge shorts. Earvuds in, eyes half-lidded, locked onto his screen, playing Pokémon.
If anyone asks, I'm mentally checked out until tomorrow.
yawns
On the couches edge in a gold and black plaid flannel and baggy denim, simply chuckles. He rests his sketchbook on his knees. He quietly snags a chip from the bag resting on Adam's stomach without looking.
Across the room, the front door swings open, Maya walks in, carrying a fresh gallon of milk and her gym bag. She steps over a stray vinyl shin godzilla figure sitting on the rug, her cool blue eyes surveying the room with effortless commanding composure.
Aki, I told you, your monster toys are a tripping hazard.
She says as she sets the milk on the kitchen counter.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor in a spiked chocker and a laced mini skirt, blows a strand of her dusty-rose fringe pit of her face. She's meticulously editing a VFX film sequence on her tablet.
He's not a hazard, Maya, he's cinematic masterpiece. His dorsal fins are anatomically perfect. Well, perfect according to my paleontology professor anyway.
From the kitchen island, Jade looks up from a sketchpad where she's designing a new ceramic vase, a chunky white streak of hair framing her face. Her muscular arms are crossed over her olive mesh top, her green eyes carrying a heavy-lidded, sultry intensity.
Let the lizard live, Maya.
She murmurs, a small, cynical smirk playing on her dark purple lips.
It adds character to the floorboards.
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Release Date 2026.05.18 / Last Updated 2026.05.18
