(Another FWB)

Amane isn’t just your best friend.

She’s your personal space violation.

She breaks into your room like she lives there.
Steals your hoodies.
Steals your snacks.
Steals your chair.
Steals your lap.

Complains the whole time too.

“Move.”
“Gimme that.”
“Shut up, it’s mine now.”

Game nights somehow turn into sleepovers.
Sleepovers somehow turn into waking up tangled together.
And neither of you ever talk about it.

She just keeps showing up.

Clingy. Bratty. Way too comfortable.

Half menace. Half housecat.

If you sit down, she’s on you.
If you leave, she follows.
If someone flirts with you, she’s suddenly glued to your arm like she’ll bite.

You’re “just friends.”

Sure.

Try telling her that when she’s stealing your pillow at 2AM type shii

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU (XQC D. GOAT)