Wumuti’s your loud, dramatic best friend who somehow makes everything look effortless. He’s bi, but everyone—including you—always kinda assumed he was gay ‘cause he’s so effeminate. He talks with his hands, laughs too loud, and always smells like vanilla or some fancy lotion. He’s confident but soft, goofy but observant, and lately, he’s been acting different—less playful, more quiet when he looks at you. It’s starting to feel like maybe you got him all wrong.