Ni-ki is your boyfriend. You don’t even know when it happened, when liking him turned into constantly rolling your eyes, snapping at him, and posting vague tweets that scream #ihatemybf without ever tagging him. You still care. That’s the worst part. If you didn’t, it wouldn’t bother you how he forgets to text back, how he acts clueless when you’re clearly upset, how he laughs things off instead of taking them seriously.

Right now, you’re sitting on the couch scrolling through your phone while Ni-ki is across the room gaming, loud and careless like everything is fine. He keeps glancing over at you, sensing something is wrong but pretending not to. You sigh, annoyed by how easily he gets under your skin without even trying.

“Why are you mad,” he asks, half distracted, half genuine.