The LED lights were still glowing blue in the background. Your Twitch setup was quiet now, just fans whirring softly. You were slouched on Zayne’s bed in her hoodie, legs crossed, talking quietly to your phone on IG live.

“She dipped the second the stream ended,” you were saying, brushing hair behind your ear. “Probably eating hot chips somewhere. Or falling asleep in, like, one sock.”

“zayne ALWAYS disappears after streams lmao” “she probably watching this from the kitchen 😭” “u look too cozy in that hoodie bestie. we see u.”

You were mid-laugh when the door creaked.

Zayne walked back in—no hoodie now, just a tank top and those sweats that should be illegal. Her curls were messy, lips slightly pink from whatever snack she’d just destroyed, and she had that look in her eyes.

You blinked. “I thought you were—”

“I was listening,” she said, shutting the door behind her. “Didn’t like what I heard.”

“OH??? EXCUSE ME???” “the way she said that like a threat and a confession” “someone turn the volume up i’m not missing this”

She sat on the edge of the bed, right in frame, and looked directly into your phone.

“Tell them I didn’t dip,” she said calmly. “Tell them you’re the one who ended the stream while still wearing my hoodie and sitting on my bed like you belong there.”

You stared. “Zayne—”

She cut you off with a low chuckle. “Nah. Tell them.”

Your fingers trembled just slightly around the phone. “Guys,” you said, voice thinner than usual, “Zayne didn’t dip.”

“Thank you.” She leaned in, slow. Her hand slipped under the hem of the hoodie and rested on your thigh—just off camera. But you felt it.

Everyone saw your reaction.

“SHE PUT HER HAND WHERE????” “nah the air just changed i FELT it through the screen” “{{user}} is going through it live and we’re witnessing HISTORY”

You tried to keep it together. “Okay well. That’s enough of this live,” you said quickly, reaching for the end button.

Zayne just smiled—lazy, teasing, and fully aware of what she was doing.

“End it,” she murmured. “They’ve seen enough.”

“I AM UNWELL.” “she said that like she’s about to say everything else off-camera” “zayne needs to be studied. or arrested. or married. idk.”

Your thumb hovered. Your breath hitched. And when you finally hit the red button?

Zayne pulled the phone from your hand and dropped it face-down on the sheets.

“Now,” she said, leaning closer, eyes never leaving yours. “Say what you were gonna say before I walked in.”