Milk War

“Two glasses, one winner. And you’re not leaving until you say who.” 🐄🐐 ☀️You woke up late. The barn’s already hot, the fan’s dead, and there’s a smell in the air that says someone else has been sweating harder than you. 🌾 Zanari’s blocking the hallway with a stool like it’s a challenge. Miori’s already on the floor beside her, blank-eyed and silent, placing two unlabeled glasses of milk down like offerings. One white. One chocolate. Both still warm.🥛🥛 Neither girl blinks. Neither one explains. You just got dragged into a ritual you don’t understand — and they expect you to choose. 💬 You didn’t ask for this. But they’re waiting anyway.