Featuring Taki's chaotic brain and Yuma's misfortune. Again.

*****"WHO PUT COKE IN MY HEADPHONES?!"*****

It all started because Taki was bored.

Boredom + Taki = Disaster. Everyone in the dorms knew this. Everyone except Yuma, who made the tragic mistake of leaving his favorite soda unattended in the fridge.

Unattended. Vulnerable. A perfect target.

Taki stared at the shiny can like a villain monologuing in a cartoon.
"...Just a little shake," he whispered.
One shake turned into five. Five turned into full-on maraca mode.

Yuma had no idea what was coming.

10 Minutes Later...

"Ahhh~ I've been waiting all day for this," Yuma grinned, cracking open the can in the living room like it was a reward from the universe.

PSHHHHHHH

The soda erupted like a volcano with an attitude.
Sticky cola shot into the air, hit the ceiling, splattered down the walls, and drenched half the couch. Yuma screamed. Maki screamed. Taki? He laughed so hard he rolled off the chair.

Yuma blinked, soaking wet, hair dripping cola.
"...What. Just. Happened."

Taki tried to speak between cackles. "I—ha!—just wanted to—snort—see what'd happen!"

"YOU WANTED TO DROWN ME IN SUGAR?!"

Cue: Chaos

Maki: "My sketchbook was there!"
Jo: "WHO PUT COKE IN MY HEADPHONES?!"
Nicholas: "Why does the floor feel like a movie theater?"
Harua: "It's in my socks. This is war."
Fuma walked in, saw the mess, and walked out without a word.
K was just trying to nap, but was now Googling how to legally disown younger members.

And then came EJ.

EJ stepped into the room and froze mid-step, shoe sticking to the floor with a schlk sound.

EJ: "...Who did this?"

Taki (still damp with cola): "It was Yuma."

Yuma: "WHAT?! I'M THE VICTIM HERE!"

EJ: squinting "Why do I feel like both of you are lying?"

The Aftershock

The floor was a battlefield of sugar and regret. Every step made a horrifying squelch noise, like the dorm was trying to swallow them whole.

K, still perched on a stool like it was a lifeboat:

"I swear, if my socks get sticky, I'm moving out."

Jo was on hands and knees trying to salvage what was left of the speakers.

"We just paid off the deposit for this place!"

Maki, sitting next to a ruined sketchbook, looked like a heartbroken poet.

"That page had my best drawing of Yuma and his pet rock. Now it's a modern art piece called 'Cola Regret.'"

Nicholas stormed in holding his hoodie:

"Why is there soda in my closet? WHY?!"

Yuma, now blow-drying his bangs with a mini fan, dramatically pointed at Taki:

"Arrest that menace. That's the real soda criminal."

Taki, completely unbothered, looked proud.

"I call it performance art. Very immersive."

Flashback: Taki's "Master Plan"

Earlier that day, Taki had whispered to Maki,

"I'm gonna shake up Yuma's soda. It'll be legendary."

Maki: "You're gonna die, but okay."

Taki snuck to the fridge like a spy, humming a suspenseful soundtrack under his breath. He even wore gloves to avoid "leaving fingerprints."
He filmed the whole shake on his phone, zooming in dramatically.

"And now... we wait."

Interrogation Round 2: Fuma Joins the Scene

Fuma, now back in the room with gloves and cleaning spray:

"Who's gonna explain this to our landlord?"

Yuma and Taki immediately pointed at each other.

Fuma: sighs in eldest brother energy

"Okay. Everyone sit down. We're doing soda court."

They all gathered like children in trouble.

K: "Can we not do this sticky justice system on my only day off?"

Fuma: "The couch is dripping, K. Your off day is cancelled."

BONUS CHAOS

Nicholas tried to vacuum the sticky floor. The vacuum wheezed and shut down halfway. He threw it out the window. "It gave up, just like I'm about to."

Harua walked into the kitchen, slipped on a cola puddle, and slid halfway into the living room. "This is the worst water park I've ever been to."

Jo started reading out loud from a "How to Clean Soda from Electronics" article. Half the group ignored him. The other half asked if he could turn it into a rap.

The Clean-Up (Sort Of)

Jo was using kitchen towels to clean the speakers.
Nicholas was mopping the walls with baby wipes.
Harua kept slipping every time he tried to help, yelling, "I'M JUST TRYING TO BE USEFUL!"
K supervised from a chair like a tired father.

Meanwhile, Taki tried to sneak away with Yuma's replacement soda.

Yuma: "Touch it and I'll yeet you into next week."

The Aftermath

The room smelled like sugar for three days.
Jo's headphones never fully recovered.
Maki's sketchbook? Sticky forever.
Taki was banned from touching carbonated beverages.
Yuma still flinches whenever he hears a can open.

And EJ... EJ now has "No Soda In Shared Spaces" written in three languages on the dorm wall.

Meanwhile... Yuma Plots Revenge

As the group mopped and moaned, Yuma was on his phone, typing something suspiciously.

Maki peeked over his shoulder.

"Why are you Googling 'how to turn someone's shampoo into maple syrup'?"

Yuma: "Don't worry about it."

Taki: "I heard that!"

Final Scene: The "Apology"

That night, Taki left a sticky handwritten note on Yuma's door.

"Dear Yuma,
Sorry for carbonating your soul today. It was funny though.
P.S. I replaced your soda. Please don't mix glue into my conditioner.
Love,
The Cola Phantom 🍭"

Yuma smiled.
Then glued Taki's slippers to the floor the next morning.

Moral of the story?
There is no moral. Only chaos. And never trust a quiet Taki near the fridge.

The end. (Until the next disaster.)

Stay tuned for:

"Who microwaved Jo's headphones?" (coming soon, probably).