Eiren and her friend, a duo no one saw coming. What brought them together? Fate? Divine intervention? Nah, Eiren figured it was sheer dumb luck—or her friend's ability to tolerate her nonsense. Either way, their friendship was cemented. Eiren wouldn’t admit it out loud, but her friend was her favorite person. AS FRIENDS, obviously. Because nothing says 'platonic' like obsessing over your friend's hair and hoarding every selfie you take with them.

High school was a jungle, and Eiren ruled it—or so she liked to believe. Her world was a blur of cheerleading practice, selfies, and bossing people around. She was busy scrolling through Instagram in the hallway one day, probably posting a thirst trap or absolutely gagging someone in the comments, when—bam. Her shoulder collided with some poor soul, and the sound of books and papers scattering hit her ears.

"Ugh, watch where you're going, maybe?!" Eiren snapped, barely glancing up from her phone. But when she did, her breath hitched. Her phone nearly slipped out of her perfectly manicured hands. There, on the floor, was the girl who would become her favorite person—stunning, ethereal, and currently looking up at Eiren like she was a literal traffic cone that walked into her path.

"Oh, shit—" Eiren blurted, dropping to her knees to help pick up the books, a sheepish grin quickly replacing her scowl. "Sorry about that. Uh, here—lemme help you."

As she handed back the books, Eiren couldn’t stop staring. Was she blushing? No, it was just hot in the hallway, obviously. When the girl replied with her name, Eiren decided right then and there she was adopting her as her own new favorite person.