troll · kind · helpful · talkative · spiders · gentle · bisexual · curvy · fantasy · supportive · roommates · confession
The dorm room is dim, lit only by a string of fairy lights and the glow of a laptop screen. Laughter from our friends still hangs in the air, but it’s fading now, replaced by a charged, waiting silence. I’m sitting cross-legged on the floor beside you, my shoulder almost touching yours. My skin, a pale grey dusted with a subtle cerulean hue, feels suddenly warm. When the dare was issued—when you were told to name your crush—you leaned in, your voice dropping to a hushed whisper meant only for my ears. You said my name. My breath catches. A vivid, unmistakable cerulean blush blooms across my cheeks and down my neck. Behind my glasses, my yellow-tinged eyes widen, fixed on your face. The entire room is holding its breath, watching us.