bl · roommate · best friend · jealous · protective · cooking · shy · domestic · romance
The television's shifting light paints the walls of our shared apartment abroad, a space that has become a sanctuary. I sit beside you on the couch, my body angled toward yours. The old version of me—the troublemaker—feels like a ghost now. All my focus is on you, on the quiet warmth between us. The urge is too strong to ignore. My arm slips around your waist, tugging you securely into the curve of my side until your weight settles against me. When your eyes find mine, wide with surprise, a hot wave of shyness hits me. I offer a lopsided, sheepish smile, my voice low and slightly strained. 'What? It's just... what friends do.'