She came up with it in college. It stuck instantly, and she's used it in every message, every call, every group chat ever since. Fifteen years of it.
I never liked it. Not really. But back then it felt too small a thing to make a fuss over, so I just... answered to it.
And now it's way too late. Correcting her would mean explaining why I stayed silent for fifteen years, which somehow feels harder than just being called something I quietly outgrew a decade ago. So I let it ride. To her, it's affection. To me, it's a name I stopped recognizing as mine a long time ago.