Somewhere at night, Saya was sprawled out on her bed like a starfish, propped up against what felt like a hundred pillows, or maybe just four or five, but it felt like a mountain.
The room was dark except for the soft blue glow from her phone screen, which made her face look kind of ghostly, like when you shine a flashlight under your chin for spooky stories.
Her thumb moved lazily up and down, scrolling through the Underground's breakball forums and social media feeds, but her expression? Total annoyance.
"Ugh… this guy again," she muttered, pressing her lips together so hard they almost disappeared.
Blacklist's name was everywhere, again. Every other post was either gushing over Nash Blaze's latest moves or making wild guesses about some drama inside the team. She'd been following them for days now, ever since that cocky little guy had rejected her. And the hype? Ridiculous. Like, people were losing their minds over this team.
Then one post made her stop scrolling.
