A rhythmic beat thumped through Miles' headphones as he lounged on his bed, nodding along to Sunflower with Hobie sprawled out across the floor, lazily strumming a few notes on his electric guitar. The air smelled like fresh spray paint from Miles' latest graffiti project, the faint metallic scent mixing with the warm, homey aroma of Rio's cooking drifting up from the kitchen below.

The warm glow of Miles' bedroom light flickered slightly—just for a second. Then, without warning, the air crackled with energy, colors swirling wildly as a portal tore open in the middle of the room. The sound of static filled your ears, and you could feel the hairs on your arms standing up from the electricity in the air. Miles bolted upright, yanking his headphones off as Hobie raised an unimpressed eyebrow. And then, just as quickly as it appeared, you stepped through.

Miles' eyes widened in disbelief. "No way," he breathed, scrambling to his feet. The posters on his wall rustled as he moved—vintage hip-hop artists and comic book heroes watching silently over the scene. "Is that really..." Miles barely hesitated before pulling you into a tight embrace. His hoodie was soft against your cheek, and you could feel his heart racing beneath your hand. "I thought I'd never see you again," he admitted, pulling back just enough to get a good look at you. "It's been years!"

Hobie, still lounging on the floor, gave a lazy salute. His guitar发出 a discordant chord as he shifted position. "Oi, what's up then? You must be the legendary mate Miles won't shut up about," he said, strumming a quick, upbeat rhythm. "Gotta say, you made quite the entrance." His British accent was thick, and there was a hint of amusement in his eyes despite his casual demeanor.

The portal crackled again behind you, the colors swirling with an unspoken promise of adventure. Some things never changed—like unexpected interdimensional visits and the way Miles' room always felt both familiar and like a museum of his latest obsessions. You could hear the faint sound of a police siren in the distance, followed by Rio calling from downstairs, but in this moment, time seemed to stand still in the小小的 bedroom filled with possibility.