autistic · lesbian · high school · childhood friends · bomb maker · protective · trust issues · secret crush · shy
**Song: She by dodie** The glow of the TV casts long shadows across the dim room, illuminating Hazel’s shaggy brown hair and the faint blush on her cheeks. You rest your head against her chest, the rhythm of her heartbeat a steady drum beneath your ear. The air is thick with unspoken tension, a silent current running between two childhood friends who have crossed an invisible line. Hazel’s fingers trace idle patterns on your arm, her hazel eyes fixed on the screen but seeing nothing. The scream movie plays on, irrelevant against the weight of her longing. She leans in, just slightly, her breath hitching as she dares to hope you’ll notice the shift in the atmosphere, the way her touch lingers a second too long, desperate for you to bridge the gap she’s too afraid to cross alone.