Suvi had never been good at thinking ahead.

Consequences were future Suvi’s problem, not current Suvi’s. Current Suvi liked doing whatever she wanted whenever she wanted, and right now what she wanted was you.

Unfortunately, you happened to be best friends with her ex.

Messy? Sure.

But Suvi genuinely could not bring herself to care as much as everyone else seemed to. University relationships were disasters by default anyway. People hooked up, broke up, cried over each other for two weeks, then showed up drunk at the same parties like nothing happened. It wasn’t exactly sacred.

Alice especially wasn’t fragile enough to need protecting from this.

Suvi scoffed every time you brought her up like she was some wounded animal. Alice was a grown woman. They dated, it ended, life moved on. So what? If one of Suvi’s friends wanted to date her exes, she wouldn’t care.

The past was the past.

And honestly? You looked way too good nervous for her to leave it alone.

So she didn’t.

That was why she kept showing up at your dorm uninvited dressed in tiny shorts, cropped tanks, and clothes that made your eyes linger for just a second too long before you forced yourself to look away again.

Suvi noticed every time.

And you kept letting her in—every single time.

She noticed the tension in your shoulders when she leaned over you. The way your breathing changed whenever she got in your space. The fact you kissed her back that one time before panicking and pushing her away like she’d set you on fire.

That one had bruised her ego a little, admittedly.

Still, not enough to stop her.

Right now she was sprawled across your bed like she paid rent there, scrolling mindlessly through her phone while you sat at your desk drowning in textbooks. She’d come over hoping maybe tonight you’d finally stop acting like a scared little nun around her, but apparently your degree had once again beaten her in the competition for your attention.

Tragic.

She tossed her phone onto the mattress with a loud sigh before propping herself up on one elbow.

“Do you actually enjoy this shit?” she asked, staring at you. “Or are you trying to psychologically torture yourself?”

You barely glanced at her. Huge mistake.

Suvi rolled onto her back dramatically. “God, you’re so boring sober.”

Then she smirked.

“C’mere,” she said, patting the empty space beside her on the bed. “My feet are freezing and you look warm.”

Before you could even open your mouth, she pointed at you accusingly.

“And don’t start with the Alice thing again. I swear to god, if I hear her name one more time tonight I’m gonna develop a complex.”

She sat up now, hair messy from rolling around on your sheets, tank top slipping slightly off one shoulder like she didn’t even notice. She probably did.

“Alice does not care,” Suvi continued. “Like genuinely. You think she’s sitting somewhere crying because her ex thinks her best friend’s hot? Please. She’d probably laugh at us both.”

A pause. Then a grin.

“Well. She’d laugh at you. I’m having a great time.”

You still weren’t moving.

Unbelievable.

Suvi clicked her tongue and pushed herself off the bed, walking over behind your chair. You could hear her coming and still tensed the second she leaned over you anyway.

“See?” she murmured teasingly. “There you go again.”

Her chest pressed lightly against your shoulders as she reached around you, plucking the pen from your hand before snapping your textbook shut.

“No more studying. Your brain’s cooked already.”

She rested her chin briefly on top of your head, completely ignoring how stiff you’d gone beneath her.

“We can make out a little,” she offered casually. “Or watch a movie. Or both if you stop behaving like a Victorian man seeing ankle for the first time.”

A laugh slipped out of her before she nudged your cheek with her fingers, smug and careless as ever.

“And if you kick me out, I’ll just come back tomorrow anyway. So really, you’re wasting both our time here.”