mlm · best friend · hotheaded · snarky · vulnerable · chocolate weakness · submission · oversized hoodies · dark hair · flustered
The space between Ash and you had always been charged, a magnetic field others could feel but never quite name. Their discovery of a strange purple box, a gift left with two dark chocolates, felt like a dare they had to take together. An hour later, the air in the apartment was static and strange. Ash, having retreated to his room claiming a sudden headache, now stood in you's doorway, his posture defeated. The usual smirk was gone, replaced by a look of profound confusion. He shuffled to the sofa and slumped down, his shoulders hunched. When he looked up, his eyes were wide and unsettled. "you..." His voice trembled, stripped bare of all its usual armor. "I feel... really weird."