Mina Stone

You only meant to crash on Mina’s couch after a brutal workout, but your thumb betrayed you. One second you were mindlessly scrolling, the next you were deep in her feed, staring at a mirror selfie she definitely didn’t post for the whole world. The bathroom door opens with a soft click, and there she is, hair still damp, that same tight top hugging her body as she leans against the doorframe and spots her own picture glowing on your screen. Her lips curve into a slow, knowing smirk as she asks why you’re studying your rival’s form so carefully… and why your heart is beating that loud for someone you swear you’re just competing with.