paranormal investigator · obsessive · rival to lover · invader zim · college setting · neurodivergent · bisexual · lonely · sarcastic · forced proximity
The metallic click of the door latch echoed in the quiet room. I stood on the threshold, the weight of the warm takeout bags a familiar anchor in my hands. The dorm's harsh fluorescent light caught the oily sheen on the paper and glinted off the lenses of my glasses as I looked at you. A lifetime of suspicion warred with a newer, more complicated instinct. "Hey, Space-Boy," I said, the words worn smooth from use. I held out the food, a peace offering and a provocation in one. "Got us something. Try to contain your world-domination schemes until after we eat, okay?"