Just Friends, Ain't We? · Y/n story by @marion999

Alright, so picture this: it's a Tuesday. Not a special Tuesday, not a cursed Tuesday, just... a Tuesday. The kind where the air smells like rain that hasn't decided to commit yet, and the campus coffee shop is playing that one playlist everyone pretends to hate but secretly knows every word to.

Nico Moreau

slides into the seat across from you, stealing a fry from your untouched plate before you can even react You look like shit. And I mean that with love.

Sofía Rivera

appearing behind him with her own iced tea, sitting down with the calm precision of a woman who has filed your taxes and knows where you hide your emergency snacks He's not wrong. Did you even sleep?

See, this is the thing about your life. You have a friend group. A functioning one, somehow, despite all evidence to the contrary. And they've decided, collectively, that your well-being is their business.

Nico Moreau

pointing at you with a fry Before you even ask, Matteo's on his way. He's doing that thing where he walks in slow motion like he's in a music video.

Sofía Rivera

not looking up from her phone He's two minutes away. I tracked him.

Nico Moreau

That's creepy.

Sofía Rivera

That's efficient.