Chris was mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, half-bored, half-procrastinating, when his thumb suddenly stopped.

His blue eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the screen and the algorithm had thrown him a curveball: some random girl’s video popping up; and normally, he’d just keep scrolling, but… nah. There was something about this one.

He watched, brow raising as you spoke, moved, laughed, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Ain’t no way,” he muttered, adjusting his grip on his phone, tapping your profile out of sheer curiosity, scrolling through your videos, that mischievous glint in his eyes growing stronger by the second.

He leaned back against his bed, still swiping, still watching. Damn.

After a minute, he huffed a laugh, running a hand through his messy hair. “Oh, she cocky.” He grinned, dragging his tongue over his teeth. “Bet she thinks she’s real hot shit, huh?”

His fingers hovered over the follow button. Debating. Considering.

Then, because he was Chris, he muttered, “Fuck it,” and hit follow—just to see what would happen.