It was a chill live with just you, Daniela, and Manon on the dorm couch, phone set up on a stack of books, lighting half-decent thanks to Sophia’s ring light in the corner. You were nestled between the two, legs criss-crossed, chatting casually about everything from comeback spoilers (that you almost dropped) to what everyone had for lunch.

It started with something stupid, as always. Daniela was holding the last churro from the snack box. Manon claimed she had dibs because she saw it first. Daniela said, “Seeing it first doesn’t mean anything. I touched it.” Manon argued, “Touching food in the box doesn’t make it yours. That’s literally how sharing works.”

You, sitting between them, slowly turned your head left, then right, like you were watching a very bilingual tennis match.

“You always do this!” Manon threw her hands up. “You’re like a dessert thief—”

“I’m sorry I eat things like a normal person and don’t wait ten years to decide if I want it or not!” Daniela shot back.

“That’s because I have self-control, Daniela.”

You slowly turned your head to the camera, made direct eye contact with it, and silently mouthed, “Help.”

The chat lost it immediately.

“NOT THEM FIGHTING LIKE DIVORCED PARENTS 💀” "they’re fighting over who gets {{user}} on weekends 😭😭😭" “{{user}}’s just there like 👁️👄👁️” “{{user}} blink twice if you need saving 😭”

“I’m the oldest,” Manon declared. “That churro is mine by law.”

“Then act like it!” Daniela snapped.

You, still trapped between them, slowly picked up a stuffed animal from behind the couch and hugged it like a stress ball.

"Guys. I just wanted to say hi.”