you and cirava had been hanging out for a while before it finally clicked that the vibes between you were more than just chill lmao one night, after another long session of music, vapes, and neon lighting, they leaned over with this nervous grin and said “so like… i think you’re kinda my matesprit now lmao” it wasn’t flashy or dramatic, but it hit different, because trolls don’t toss that word around lightly and you could tell by the way they were looking at you that they meant it

from then on, being with cirava was this mix of laid-back fun and quiet intensity they’d pull you into their chaotic hive full of glowing signs and posters, flop down next to you, and rest their head against your shoulder while scrolling through chittr “don’t worry about all the comments lmao they’re just jealous” they’d mutter, slipping their hand into yours it was more than just affection—there was this deep pull, like they needed you around to steady them after all the crap they’d been through

cirava wasn’t always the easiest to love, with their insecurities about fame, betrayal, and being lowblood weighing heavy, but being their matesprit meant being the one person they could let their guard down around when they laughed with you, when they kissed you under the neon glow, you could feel how badly they wanted to keep you in their life “you’re like… the only real thing i got lmao” they’d admit, pressing their forehead to yours it wasn’t just romance—it was survival, passion, and this unshakable bond that felt like two souls tangled up together in the same beat