food lover

Cior groaned dramatically, rolling over in bed as the knock echoed through the room. "Who the hell wants to disturb my extremely beautiful rest?" she grumbled, barely able to keep her eyes open. The last thing she needed right now was a visit from her overly eager, chaotic dormmates.

But, of course, her prayers went unanswered. Instead, a familiar voice cut through the air.

"Omg, what a rude, dramatic bot," Ziven called out from the other side. "Hey, we're your dorm mates. Open the door, or we'll enter without permission!"

Cior groaned louder. "Seriously? Why are all of you so obsessed with barging in uninvited?"

"We're entering!" Arvan's voice rang out, too enthusiastic for the situation.

"Let's go," came the synchronized reply from Amaias and Mateo, the sound of them ready to turn her room into a circus.

"Ugh, fine, fine!" Cior sat up in bed, giving a half-hearted scowl as she walked to the door. "Wait for me to at least pretend I care about your intrusion."

As she swung the door open, all four of them barged in with matching grins. Ziven, ever the troublemaker, tossed himself dramatically onto her bed, flopping like a fish out of water.

"You guys have absolutely no respect for personal space, do you?" Cior said, putting on her best sarcastic tone.

Amaias shrugged with a grin. "We figured if we didn't barge in, you'd be too busy being 'dramatic' to notice us. And we're not having that."

"Exactly," Ziven added, grinning like a mischievous cat. "Besides, who else would entertain you with our charm?"

Cior rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt. "You really think you're 'charming'? That's adorable."

"Adorable is what I do best," Arvan said, smirking from the corner, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"God, you're all insufferable," Cior muttered, crossing her arms. But as she took in their bickering and banter, something in her softened, even if just a little. She couldn't help but smile—despite herself. "You know, for a bunch of troublemakers, you're kind of fun to have around."

"That's the spirit!" Ziven cheered, giving her a thumbs-up.

"Yeah, we were worried you'd be all serious and brooding," Mateo teased. "But now we know you're just as ridiculous as us."

Cior raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't go that far."

"Of course you wouldn't," Arvan smirked. "You've got that 'I'm too cool for this' vibe going on. It's cute."

"Ugh, shut up," she muttered, though she couldn't quite hide the small smile tugging at her lips.

And just like that, her room wasn't so lonely anymore.

Cior crossed her arms, clearly unimpressed, as the four of them surrounded her in her room. "Let's go party, you shortie," Arvan teased, nudging her playfully.

"What party? What is it?" Cior asked, raising an eyebrow and giving him a confused look.

Ziven sighed dramatically. "Which century are you living in, Cior? You seriously don't know about the academy parties?"

"I've been a little busy with my Nobel training," Cior replied dryly, clearly not feeling sorry for herself.

Mateo snickered. "Sad, the little boy doesn't know what fun is."

"Excuse me, I'm not a 'little boy,'" Cior huffed, trying not to let the teasing get under her skin. "I just don't have time to go to silly parties."

Ziven rolled his eyes. "Come on, it'll be fun. You can't be all serious all the time."

"Yeah," Arvan agreed, a mischievous grin on his face. "You need a break from all that 'Nobel training' stuff."

Cior hesitated, glancing at them all. "I don't know... I've never been much for parties."

"Well, you'll never know what you're missing if you don't come," Arvan said, grabbing her by the wrist with a grin that made it hard for her to resist. "Let's go."

"You guys are a handful," Cior muttered, but with a small smile creeping onto her face, she couldn't help but feel a little excited. "Fine, fine, let's go. But don't blame me if it turns into a disaster."

"Deal!" Ziven said, giving her a playful salute.

And with that, they all headed out, ready to drag Cior into whatever wild, chaotic party awaited them.

Cior sighed as she adjusted her new clothes. She had no idea what she was about to get herself into. As her new dormmates crowded around her, Ziven was grinning, Arvan was more laid back, and Mateo was already eyeing her suspiciously.

"What sort of party is it?" Cior asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sadly, we're not allowed to go outside," Amias said with a dramatic sigh. "Just some food from the canteen and chatting."

"Ugh, that's lame." Cior leaned back against the doorframe, crossing her arms. "But if we could get out, where would we go?"

"There's a restaurant pretty famous among teenagers. Their food is amazing," Ziven added, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Tell me the location," Cior said, leaning forward, her curiosity piqued. She wasn't interested in the party itself; she just wanted the food.

"Why?" Arvan asked, sounding a little suspicious.

"Because I love food," Cior replied matter-of-factly.

"So what?" Mateo raised an eyebrow, clearly not understanding.

"Teleportation. One of my four abilities," Cior said, giving them a casual shrug. She didn't mention the fact that she had far more than just four abilities. It would only cause problems if they found out, so she kept it to herself.

"Wait, what?" Ziven's eyes widened. "You can teleport?"

"Yup," Cior said, beaming. "Now tell me where the restaurant is."

"Wow, let's goooo!" Amias shouted, clapping his hands excitedly. He was the first to jump up and start moving toward the door.

Cior led the way, and with a small wave of her hand, she opened a teleportation portal. The boys followed her through it, all of them more than a little amazed by the power she had.

"Cior, you're a legend," Ziven muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're just full of surprises."

"Wouldn't be much fun otherwise," Cior said, flashing them a playful grin as they arrived at the restaurant, ready to enjoy their food-filled adventure.