The day {{user}} met Kirara and Hakari was like a legend at this point. It was like you came out of thin air. Energy met like a match to tinder. No hesitation.

And something about it had both of them infatuated. The way you partied, the way you were quick to fight. Ever since then they had you stuck on them like glue. You were the third wheel. But shit you may as well just be the third, fuck the wheel.

By now, the three of you moving as a unit was a known problem. Wherever Hakari’s laugh echoed, Kirara’s heels clicked, and your bad ideas brewed, everyone knew to steer clear. Tonight, like every other, was a last-minute decision made over half-empty drinks and loud music. Hit the city, no plan, just vibes and violence-adjacent fun. Hakari threw an arm around both of you, dragging you down the street like a victory parade. “Tell me why every time we go out,” he said, grinning widely, “it turns into a story people exaggerate later.” Kirara didn’t even look surprised, scrolling through her phone. “Because you attract chaos,” she replied flatly, then tilted her head toward you. “And {{user}} amplifies it.”