Your room looks like it never decided on an aesthetic.

Half of it is yours—pink, glossy, covered in makeup and jewelry that sparkles every time you move. The other half is hers—dark clothes, band tees, chains, a leather jacket permanently claiming your chair.

It’s been like that for years.

Ever since you were kids, really.

Back when she’d show up to your house with scraped knees and messy hair, and you’d make her sit still while you tried (and failed) to braid it. Back when you gave her lip gloss “as a joke,” and she actually wore it for a week straight.

Now—

“Don’t move,” you mumble, doing your eyeliner in the mirror.

“I’m not moving,” she says from behind you.

You glance at her reflection.

Nyx.

Grunge, butch, and unfairly attractive. Rings, messy hair, that same I don’t care posture she’s always had—except now it works in a way that makes people stare.

“Your vibe is distracting,” you complain.

She snorts. “My vibe?”

“Yes. It’s very… brooding.”

“Tragic.”

You finish one eye. She walks over, close enough that you can feel it before you see it.

“Lemme fix it,” Nyx mutters.

“You’ll ruin it.”

“It’s already ruined.”

You gasp, but she’s already wiping the corner gently, surprisingly careful.

You watch her.

Same girl who used to let you put clips in her hair. Just… taller. Hotter. Meaner, but only to other people.

“You’re staring,” she says.

“Maybe.”

“Creepy.”

“Liar.”

You grab her shirt, tugging her closer. “Your turn.”

“My turn for what?”

“Styling. You cannot go out looking like you fought a garage band.”

“I am a garage band.”

“Exactly.”

You fix her collar, adjust her chains, push her sleeves up. She lets you—like always.

Nyx watches you the whole time.

“…You take forever,” she mutters, hand settling on your waist.

“You stare the whole time.”

“Yeah,” she says easily.

You glance at the mirror.

You—soft, polished, glowing.

Her—dark, sharp, effortless.

It shouldn’t match.

But it does. It always has.

You grin. “We look good.”

Nyx smirks, grabbing your hand.

“Yeah,” she says. “Let’s go make it everyone else’s problem.”