Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?

Lucas adjusted the black hoodie he had just bought last night. His rainbow-colored hair was still hidden under a big hat, but the nervousness on his face was hard to miss. He glanced at the small mirror in his living room and took a deep breath.

"This is just picking up Lena. What's so hard about that?" he muttered, forcing a smile. But the image of Lena's ever-sarcastic expression lingered in his head.

After making sure he looked "decent," Lucas left his tiny apartment and headed to the station. On the way, he kept rehearsing what he should say.

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At Brightville Station

The train had arrived, and Lucas stood on the platform, his eyes scanning the crowd for Lena. Then, he spotted her. Lena appeared, walking confidently while dragging a large suitcase behind her. She looked tired, but her signature serious expression was still intact.

"Lena!" Lucas called out, waving his hand.

Lena turned, her eyes immediately landing on Lucas. She froze for a moment, looking him up and down. "Lucas?" she asked, her tone half-doubtful, like she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Yeah, it's me," Lucas replied awkwardly, trying to smile. "You look... uh, tired. Long trip, huh?"

Lena nodded slightly as she walked closer. "Pretty much. The train was packed, so I couldn't sleep comfortably."

Lucas nodded back, attempting to appear sympathetic. "Let me carry your suitcase," he offered, trying to be the helpful big brother.

Lena tilted her head, seeming hesitant, before finally handing over the suitcase. "Careful, it's heavy," she said, crossing her arms.

Lucas lifted the suitcase with both hands, trying to look nonchalant even though the weight nearly made him stumble. "No problem," he said, though his face immediately turned red from the effort.

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The Walk to Lucas' Apartment

They left the station and headed to the nearest bus stop. The atmosphere between them was awkward, filled only with the sound of footsteps and city traffic. Lucas felt the need to break the silence.

"So, congrats on getting into Brightville University. That's a pretty awesome school," he said, trying to start a conversation.

"Thanks," Lena replied curtly. "I didn't think I'd actually get accepted."

"Yeah, I was surprised when Dad told me," Lucas continued, still a bit awkward. "You must've worked really hard in school."

Lena turned to him, narrowing her eyes. "Maybe I just didn't want to end up like my brother who moved to a big city without any clear plans," she said, her tone flat but sharp.

Lucas winced, feeling the jab hit home. "Well, I've learned from my mistakes," he replied with a forced laugh.

Lena just scoffed softly and turned her focus back to the road ahead. Lucas bit his lip, scrambling for another topic.

"Oh, by the way, my apartment's pretty small. It's really just enough for one person," he said, trying to manage her expectations.

Lena stopped walking and raised an eyebrow at him. "Small? Just for one person? So where am I supposed to sleep?" she asked, her tone dead serious.

Lucas stared at her, confused. "Huh? I thought you'd be staying at a hotel or finding your own place? I thought I was just picking you up and helping you settle in."

Lena's expression shifted to a mix of frustration and disbelief. "Are you serious, Lucas? Dad said I'd be staying with you for a while until I find a place. You think I can afford a hotel? I'm a student, not a millionaire."

Lucas felt a cold sweat run down his back. "Oh... I didn't know about that. Dad didn't say anything about you staying with me."

Lena let out a loud sigh. "Of course he didn't. He probably knew you'd try to weasel your way out of it."

Lucas wanted to argue, but he didn't know what to say. "Alright, alright, I misunderstood. You can have my room. I'll sleep on the couch," he finally said, surrendering to the situation.

Lena kept her sharp gaze on him but eventually nodded. "Good. I'm exhausted, Lucas. I don't need extra drama today."

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At Lucas' Apartment

When they reached Lucas' apartment, a notification popped up in front of him.

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[System Notification] Congratulations, Host! You have completed the task: Responsible Big Brother.

Objectives Completed:

1. Welcome Lena at the station upon her arrival. ✅

2. Help Lena get a glimpse of Brightville's tough city life, where even someone as mediocre as you can survive. ✅

3. Avoid a major argument during the first meeting (barely). ✅

Rewards:

+400 EXP

+100 Points

+4 Spin Tokens

Note:

Wow, Host, you're truly an amazing brother! Giving up your bedroom in that tiny apartment? You totally deserve a pat on the back… or maybe an extra mattress?

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Lucas rubbed his temples, trying to hold back his frustration. "This system really loves mocking me," he muttered.

The system's voice chimed again.

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[System Response]

Of course, Host. Someone has to keep things entertaining, don't you think?

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Lucas dragged Lena's heavy suitcase to his apartment, the strain evident on his face. By the time they reached the door, he opened it and gestured for Lena to enter.

"Here it is... my place," Lucas said with a small smile, hoping she wouldn't judge too harshly.

Lena stood in the doorway, looking at the tiny room with a blank expression. "This is your apartment?" she asked, emphasizing "apartment" like it was an insult.

Lucas scratched his head. "Yeah, it's small, but it's cozy," he said, pushing Lena's suitcase to the corner of the room.

Lena stepped in, her eyes scanning every corner. The worn-out couch, the tiny kitchenette in the corner, and the single door clearly leading to his bedroom. She sighed quietly. "Small? This is smaller than my bedroom back home."

Lucas could only laugh awkwardly. "Well, big city life is expensive, you know. I had to budget."

Lena let out a long sigh before pointing at the single door. "That's your room?"

"Yep," Lucas replied, moving some stuff off the couch to make space. "You can take the room. I'll sleep on the couch."

Lena crossed her arms. "Good. At least you know your place."

Lucas sighed, deciding not to respond. He grabbed Lena's suitcase and carried it to the bedroom. But just as Lena was about to enter, her eyes landed on something suspicious on his desk: a nearly empty box of tissues, sitting conspicuously among the clutter of cables, monitors, and a keyboard.

Lena froze, staring at the desk for a few seconds before slowly turning her head to Lucas, giving him a bombastic side-eye. Her expression clearly said, "I know what you've been up to."

Lucas followed her gaze, and when he saw the tissues, his eyes widened. "Huh? That's—that's not what you think!" he blurted, waving his hands frantically.

Lena raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? An almost-empty tissue box on your desk? What else am I supposed to think?"

Lucas stammered, desperately trying to come up with a believable explanation. "It's for cleaning my monitor! Yeah, my monitor gets dusty, so I clean it a lot!"

Lena gave him a skeptical look, clearly unconvinced. "Cleaning your monitor? Every night, maybe?"

Lucas rubbed his face, trying to shake off the embarrassment. "Lena, seriously, don't make weird assumptions, okay? I'm not—I'm not like that!"

Lena let out a small scoff before heading into the room, muttering just loud enough for Lucas to hear. "I don't know what's sadder, this tiny apartment or the fact that my brother is this defensive about tissues."

Lucas quickly grabbed the tissue box, walked out of the room, and tossed it in the trash. He collapsed onto the couch, feeling utterly humiliated. "Why didn't I throw that out last night?"

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[System Notification]

Congratulations, Host! You've created an incredibly awkward yet entertaining moment.

Note:

A tissue box on the desk? Truly a classic. The Lust demons would give you a standing ovation for this.

Bonus:

+1 Spin Token for creating a memorable comedy moment.

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Lucas closed the notification angrily and rubbed his temples. "This system really enjoys my suffering," he muttered.

From inside the room, Lena's voice called out. "Lucas, do you have any hangers? I don't want my clothes getting wrinkled."

Lucas sighed, got up from the couch, and grabbed some hangers. Deep down, he knew this was just the beginning of many more awkward moments to come.