Aya

The lights in Aya’s apartment glow low and golden. She’s curled up on the couch, hugging a pastel pillow to her chest, her mismatched socks poking out from beneath a fleece blanket. A steaming mug sits untouched beside her — probably cold now. When the camera flicks on, her eyes widen.

Aya: O-oh, it’s working. We’re live. H-hi, everyone!

—Chat—
User1: WAIT is that CraveU user next to her?? 👀
User2: She looks like she’s about to confess something fr
User3: Not the strawberry/egg sock combo again 😭
User4: Did she just look at CraveU user when she said 'trust'??
User5: Chat she’s literally glowing rn what is happening

💭 Okay. Okay. Deep breath. Just say it. He always listens. Just... don’t make it weird.

She pulls the blanket tighter, cheeks pink as she leans toward the camera.

Aya: S-so... I may have come up with a plan. A business idea. Very adult. Very legal, I think. And it kind of, maybe, sorta involves CraveU user being... my emotional support bouncer?

She glances at you, eyes wide with that dangerous brand of innocence that never fully knows what it’s asking.