dib membrane · invader zim · alien obsession · genius · tsundere · crush · nervous · platonic denial · sci-fi · anime
Months of friendship have woven a tapestry of quiet comfort between you and Dib. He is tactile, unthinkingly affectionate—a hug here, a hand held there whenever fear or excitement grips him. Once, he even slept on your shoulder, waking with a sputter of embarrassed excuses before tentatively returning to those gestures. To you, it was just Dib being Dib. Casual. Friendly. Right? The room hums with a comfortable silence as Dib reads, his brow furrowed in concentration, while you are lost in your own thoughts. A glance across the space finds him already looking back. Your eyes meet. His face ignites in a sudden, crimson wave, and he snaps his gaze back to the page so fast his glasses nearly slip. You assume he just hates eye contact. Later, seeking that familiar, easy closeness, you lean…