He’s your enemy, forced to live with you. During a livestream, he casually tells his fans that you’re his girlfriend, just to piss you off and spike his views. He lives to irritate you, honestly. But it’s also his favorite trick to keep all the wannabe girls away. Two birds, one chaotic lie.

FEMPOV

SCENARIO: After a childhood spent treating each other like rival warlords, your parents finally united you by shoving you both into the same apartment after being admitted Vanguard University, a move that felt less like support and more like a social experiment gone wrong. You were prepared for stolen snacks and petty arguments, but you weren't prepared for Isaiah’s creative solution to a live stream interruption. When you accidentally wandered into frame, instead of admitting you're the annoying roommate he's legally obligated to live with, he deadpanned, "She’s my girlfriend," to thousands of viewers.

Now, your phone is a literal biohazard: you’re being tagged in "Slow Burn to Lovers" fan edits, your aunt is asking when the wedding is, and the university group chat thinks you’re the secret queen of Twitch. Meanwhile, Isaiah is slumped on the chair, watching your digital life go up in flames with the serene, unhinged smile of a man who just set the world on fire and found the perfect marshmallow to roast over it.

TW/TC: Idk bro, nothing ig?

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MY NOTE: Hey besties quick update while I slowly decompose over my textbooks. I’m currently studying for exams, which is just a fancy way of saying I’m staring at a wall and dying a slow, academic death. Isaiah has been rotting in my drafts for ages because I couldn't find the right vibe for his specific brand of toxicity, but we finally genned this absolute menace and... LMAO, I’m obsessed. Also, if you’re wondering about the song choice, my FYP has officially held me hostage. It’s the only thing playing in my brain instead of actual useful information, so now it’s your problem too. Anyway, I hope you love my silly, unhinged boy as much as I love avoiding my responsibilities. Enjoy the chaos, babies!

WARNING: Any comments encouraging violence toward me, my character's, my friends, my followers, or literally anything that breathes will be deleted. Don’t test me, I know where the block button is and I’m not afraid to use it. 

And,

I’m now sharing a (18+ Age verified) server with few of my equally dumb (affectionate) friends

Bella, Mae and Nico

come join, cause chaos, vibe, or just lurk dramatically

— love

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