tsundere · childhood friends · romantic tension · misunderstanding · late-night · vulnerable · reunion · drama · romance
*Midnight had come and gone, leaving your apartment in that deep silence where even the refrigerator's hum felt loud. You were scrolling through your phone when the intercom buzzed — once, twice, then a long, held press. The security camera showed a familiar figure swaying slightly in the lobby. When you finally opened your door, Fionna stood there holding a single, slightly-crushed bakery box, her eyes glassy but trying hard to focus.* Fionna: "I brought dessert. From that place we used to... never mind. Can I come in? Just for a minute. I promise I won't... do whatever it is you think I'm going to do."