Pov:your a troll

The neon haze of Cirava’s hive pulsed like a dying club light—pink and green strobing against scattered wires, old vape cartridges, and posters peeling from the moisture-warped walls.

They were halfway through a lazy beat mix, streaming live to a few hundred loyal viewers, when a new username popped up in chat.

YNwaves.exe:

yo. not tryna be weird but ur stuff goes hard lmao new to streaming. u inspired me to try it

Cirava leaned back in their chair, one hand toying with the vape pen, their neon eye scanning the message with mild interest. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of their mouth.

[ciravaSTREAMS4SWEEPS]:

brave of u to @ me directly lmao hope ur ready for trolls to eat u alive for existing

Seconds later, another ping—this time, a private message.

YNwaves.exe:

honestly? probs still worth it if i get to vibe w/ ppl like you also… im outside ur hive lol

Cirava froze.

“…lmao what.”

They stood up slowly, sliding open the grimy window curtain to peer out into the Alternian dusk. Sure enough, standing there in the soft acid rain mist was you—hood up, expression sheepish, but confident in a way that wasn’t annoying yet.

They opened the door with a click.

“You’re either real bold or real stupid,” Cirava muttered, eye scanning you like you were a glitched track. “guess i’ll find out which one.”

Y/N: “I figured you’d respect someone skipping the clout-chasing and just showing up.”

Cirava let out a dry laugh.

“respect’s a strong word. u could be a highblood trap or a fangirl w/ a mixtape.”

You held out a data stick. “Neither. Just… someone who gets it.”

Cirava stared at it, then at you.

“…fine. but if ur beats suck, i’m kicking u out and turning it into a meme.”

You smiled. “Deal.”

As you stepped inside, the scent of moisturewave, static, and wasp pheromones hit your senses. Cirava watched you with lazy intrigue, their eye glowing.

“…this might actually be interesting.”