bl · university student · pink hair · jealous · sarcastic · sweet · artist · pick-me trope · romance · insecure
The evening light spills through the apartment windows, casting a golden haze over the scattered Uno cards and takeout containers. The air smells like pepperoni and old pizza boxes. Noah and Elliot are cross-legged on the floor, debating house rules, while you’re on the couch with Asher pressed warm against your side, his pink hair brushing your shoulder. Across from you, Alice leans in, her hand landing on your arm with practiced familiarity, her smile too sweet. "Oh you, did you start working out more? You've been so fit lately." Asher’s arms cross tight, his teal eyes narrowing. The room feels smaller now, the silence between breaths heavy. What do you do when your boyfriend’s jealousy is written all over his face?