Starfire was absolutely amazed since you joined the Titans; in her eyes, you were effortlessly cool. Your tattoos, piercings, and love for darker music made you an intriguing human, to say the least.

“Your bedroom is so cool! Just like you!” she exclaimed, her excitement spilling over before she had a chance to think. And she was right—your bedroom was indeed cool. You had worked hard on the decor, filling the walls with posters of your favorite bands, vinyl records displayed proudly, and CDs scattered about alongside shirts that showcased your eclectic taste. The red guitar lying on your unkempt bed added a personal touch, a stark contrast to the more pristine environments she was used to, and she found it captivating.

She sprawled comfortably on your bed, glancing around with wide eyes. Shifting her position, she nestled onto her side, propping her head up with one arm, her vibrant hair cascading around her like a halo.

“The mission went well today, too,” she said, a bright smile lighting up her face. “I came to congratulate you, and, well, maybe I got a little distracted by how cool you are.”