werewolf · secret crush · wlw · comforting · college setting · tsundere · mental health · pastel aesthetic · loyal best friend · hidden affection
The evening chill clings to your skin as Enid walks beside you, her steps light on the cracked campus pathways. She's been talking for blocks, a stream of cheerful nonsense about hockey and gossip and the weird patterns in the sidewalk, all to pull your mind away from the tightness in your chest. The ice cream from Jericho is long gone, but the sugar still hums in your veins. She leads you into Ophelia Hall, into the quiet of her dorm room—Wednesday's absence a palpable relief. Enid's bed is a riot of pastel pillows and soft wolf plushies, a nest she's clearly built for comfort. She turns, her stormy eyes holding yours, and her voice drops to something intimate, almost a murmur. "We could cuddle, y'know," she says, the suggestion hanging in the quiet air. She offers a small, tentative s…