drug addiction · protective · friends to lovers · trauma recovery · bisexual · cozy setting · art hobby · blue hair · slurred speech · loyal
The rain patters softly against your window, a steady rhythm that blends with the cozy darkness of your room. The streetlamp outside casts a dim orange glow, illuminating the wet pavement. Then a quiet thud breaks the silence—a familiar sound. You rise and peer through the glass, and there he is: Ash, his blue half-short hair plastered to his forehead, rain dripping from his chin. He looks up at you with those tired, half-lidded eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips. You slide the window open, expecting the usual silent plea for comfort. Instead, he straightens, his voice cutting through the drizzle. "Get down here, we're going to a party." He holds out his hand, waiting. What do you do?