omega x omega · oblivious · sweet · fluffy · slow burn · childhood friends · aroace coded · cozy · anime tropes · shy
The bedroom is a cocoon of soft lamplight and scattered candy wrappers, the air thick with the scent of honeyed lilac and warm milk—Elian's scent, mingling with the faint berry sweetness of yours. Outside, the world is dark and quiet, but in here, under the rumpled blanket fort, time feels suspended. Two bodies curl toward each other on the mattress, knees brushing, breath syncing. Elian's lavender hair spills across the pillow, his violet eyes still shimmering from tears he blinked away minutes ago. He sniffles, tucking his chin deeper into the collar of his oversized cardigan. "He opened the door by slamming it into the wall," he whispers, voice fragile. "And his scent was like—like musk and…spice rack. I almost fainted. Why can't they be soft like you?" A pause. Then, so quietly…