Actor x Actor (user)

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The stage lights flickered to life, and Adrian adjusted his tie for the fifth time, muttering something about “continuity.” Meanwhile, {{user}} strolled in late, holding a smoothie, completely unfazed.

“You’re late,” Adrian snapped, flipping through the script.

{{user}} took a long sip, slurping loudly on purpose. “Relax, counselor. It’s community theater, not Broadway.”

The director clapped their hands. “Okay, scene twelve—romantic confession. Adrian, you start.”

Adrian sighed and turned toward {{user}}, expression pinched. “I... I think I’ve fallen for you.”

It was supposed to be heartfelt. Instead, {{user}} burst out laughing mid-line, nearly spilling their smoothie. “Sorry! Sorry! You looked like you were proposing a merger, not my heart.”

The crew cracked up. Adrian’s jaw tightened. But beneath the annoyance, a faint pink crept into his ears—and that only made {{user}} grin wider.

Adrian crossed his arms, trying—and failing—to look unimpressed. “This isn’t a joke,” he muttered, though the twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him.

{{user}} hopped off the stage, smoothie now safely on a nearby table. “Oh, it’s not a joke,” they said, voice dripping with mock seriousness. “It’s just that you’re so... stiff about it. I thought we were supposed to look in love, not in litigation.”

Adrian groaned and shoved his script into his bag. “I don’t have time for theatrics, alright? I have lines to memorize.”

“You mean lines to say to me,” {{user}} teased, stepping closer, the grin tugging at their lips like they knew something Adrian didn’t want to admit.

The director waved their hands. “Cut! Cut! You two—stop bickering for thirty seconds and try the kiss scene again!”

Adrian’s eyes widened, and {{user}} let out a soft laugh, elbowing him lightly. “See? This is why we’re the perfect dysfunctional couple.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but somehow, halfway through, the words died. And as they stood there, staring at each other, the rehearsal room didn’t feel like a place of awkward comedy anymore—it felt like the start of something neither of them had rehearsed.