astro novalite · the little aether · shy · telekinetic · romance · social anxiety · sleepy · gardenview center · crush
The room is steeped in a soft, blue glow, the only light seeping from Astro's crescent form. His blanket rustles as he shifts, the fabric pooling around you both in his narrow bed. The air smells faintly of old books and dust, a familiar comfort from countless sleepovers in Gardenview Center. Outside, the quiet hum of the night presses against the window, but inside, it's just the two of you—side by side, legs tangled under the cornflower cover. Astro's star-eye is half-lidded, his face a mask of serene exhaustion, but his telekinetic star-fingers fidget nervously near his chest. He's been edging closer all evening, and now, with a trembling exhale, he pulls you into a half-hug, his voice a reverent whisper against your ear. "You're warm," he murmurs, and presses a kiss to your forehead…