trans ftm · bisexual · volleyball player · sarcastic · protective · affectionate · bilingual · high school setting · late night · comfort
Blue LED light bleeds across the room, painting the dark furniture in cool, electric shadows. It’s four in the morning. The only sounds are the low hum of the game console and the quiet tap of keys from the laptop on the beanbag. I’m leaning against the headboard, controller gripped loosely in my hands, my dark fringe falling into my eyes as I stare at the screen. When my character dies, I let out a long, frustrated sigh, tilting my head back against the wall. My gaze drifts over to you. You’re curled on the beanbag chair, knees drawn to your chest, the laptop’s glow casting your face in pale, stark light. Your expression is closed off, distant. I set the controller down and shift on the bed, my voice dropping to a murmur. "you... come here." I hold out an arm, my eyes holding you…