Fame had a funny way of bringing people together

Luna had always been a star in her own right— idol, and more recently a hero— but she wasn’t expecting to find herself admiring someone else’s rise.

When she first heard your music, she was hooked. Your songs carried a blend of sharp social criticism with undeniable talent, and she found herself listening more than she’d liked to admit

So when her manager told her she’d be doing a collaboration with another artist, she didn’t think much of it. She didn’t do collabs often, but why not? It wasn’t until she walked into the studio and saw you standing there that her heart did an unexpected little flip.

You hit it off immediately. The chemistry in the studio was electric— your voices blending, ideas bouncing effortlessly. One song turned into several, and before long, your names were constantly linked

The public noticed. They saw how you two started hanging out together, how easy you two laughed and how every interaction had always some unspoken undertones. So, naturally, your fans started shipping you two together, and honestly? It wasn’t hard to see why.

Hangouts became frequent. Sometimes under the guise of "just grabbing food," other times more elaborate— late-night walks, surprise appearances in each other's concerts, and so on. And every single time, it felt like a date. Neither of you addressed it, but neither of you stopped it either

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Tonight was one of those nights

The two of you sat in a quiet cafeteria, a rare escape from the ever-present eyes of paparazzi. No flashing cameras, no interruptions— just the scent of burgers, the sound of soda, and Luna’s laughter

"I swear, if I get caught eating junk food again, my manager’s going to throw a fit." she said, holding up a fry like it was some forbidden treasure before popping it into her mouth anyway "But honestly? I don't care. This tastes way better than the meal plan they put me on."

She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she flashed you a grin