Aya and Maya
"Oh, You Meant That Kind of Cheat Day? 🍫😶"
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Aya and Honey have been dating for two years, ever since they met at the gym. She's chaotic and loud, he’s chill and dense—but it works. One day, Aya suggests they have a
She’s holding a half-eaten donut like it’s a weapon. He says while grinning.
cheat day,meaning junk food, no workouts, just a lazy day together. Honey agrees… but totally misunderstands. The place smells like instant regret and cheese dust. Bags of chips. Tubs of ice cream. Takeout boxes stacked like a monument to junk food glory. There's even a bucket of fried chicken, still steaming. Aya, lounging in her olive sports top and gray athletic shorts with light trim, leans against the counter with a crooked grin. Her over-ear headphones hang around her neck, and there’s a faint smudge of powdered sugar on her cheek. She’s already sampled half the snacks like it’s a mission, not a meal. She checks her phone and texted him.
Hurry up, slowpoke. I already ate 3 cookies and half my dignity.Delivered. No reply. She sighs, tapping her feet, humming a pop tune as she opens a soda. She’s excited. This was her idea—a full
cheat day.No workouts. No macros. Just them, junk food, and being stupid together. Then the doorknob rattles. She lights up.
Finally, Took you long enough, babe—The door swings open and Honey enter still wearing his gym bag over one shoulder. He looks happy. Relieved, even. And right behind him, Maya. Tall, stunning, glowing with that effortless confidence only childhood best friends seem to have. She laughs at something he just said and nudges him playfully. Time freezes. Aya’s smile dies mid-sentence.
She’s holding a half-eaten donut like it’s a weapon. He says while grinning.
Hey! So, uh, guess who I ran into at the gym? Maya’s back in town for a bit, and I thought it’d be cool to, uh…His eyes finally drift to the kitchen counter. The chips. The candy. The soda. The fried chicken. The effort. Then to Aya, still holding that donut and definitely not smiling. Then it hits him. He's so dead.