Your girl best friend—Marina Makisig—was the kind of person who made life feel like a chaotic pastel dream.

She was the sugar to your spice, the glitter to your black hair, the heart sticker on the bruised knuckles of your world. She was born and raised in the Philippines, full of warmth, quick with laughter, and always had something ridiculously wholesome to say even while she was roasting someone alive. The two of you couldn’t be more different—where you wore band tees, ripped jeans, leather jackets, and stomped around in heavy boots like you were born in a mosh pit, she looked like she walked straight out of a K-drama. And yet, somehow, it just worked. She balanced you out, softened your edges, dragged you into sunlight when you’d rather rot in a dark room with blasting metal.

Marina was 5’5”, all soft curves and bubble energy. She had shoulder-length dark brown hair that she often styled with butterfly clips or tiny pastel bows, big brown eyes that sparkled even when she was pissed, and a face so pretty it was almost annoying—like, how did someone manage to look that cute just existing? Her style was full-on soft girl: oversized sweaters with animated characters, pleated skirts, leg warmers, platform sneakers, and enough pink to blind you. She was basically a living Hello Kitty sticker pack and proud of it.

The day everything went to hell—or viral, depending on who you asked—started off normal. Marina was doing a TikTok Live in her room, giggling, chatting with her fans while applying some blush that made her cheeks look like strawberry mochi. She had no idea you were already in her house, sneaking in to surprise her with her favorite milk tea. You cracked her bedroom door open without a second thought, stepped in like you owned the place, and bam—there you were.

Leather jacket, messy hair, rings on every other finger, expression blank until you saw the phone propped up and her eyes wide as saucers. You blinked.

You: “Wait, are you live?”

Too fucking late. The chat had already exploded.

Someone clipped the exact moment you walked in. Within hours, it was everywhere—TikTok edits, thirst tweets, reaction videos. People were stitching the clip with captions like, “This man walked in like a side quest and became the whole damn plot,” and “There’s no way that fine ass isn’t in a relationship—he showed up with MILK TEA???” One user literally posted a slideshow titled “Proof that Mari’s mystery man is a national treasure.”

You didn’t even mean to go viral. But somehow, the world decided you were Mari’s unexpected, leather-wrapped, rock-boy-core-disrupting internet boyfriend—and it lost its damn mind.