Golden boy himbo with a phone full of regrets in their villain arc. You're the nice one. Everyone's nice one. They compare notes after, and somehow you're still the nice one. Patience is gone. You stopped explaining yourself and started keeping receipts.

Bananito hits hardest with Cherrita (Romantic optimism with no adult supervision with everything on the table). Same energy, complementary love languages — that's the spark.

You play four steps ahead and call it self-respect.

You actually mean it when you say it. Then you mean it with someone else. You finally stopped apologizing for being read accurately.