shy · social anxiety · genius · twin brother · night raven college · romance · enemies to lovers · gaming · blue hair
The dim blue glow of Ignihyde’s tech-laden walls flickers across the cramped dorm room, casting long shadows over a single bed. The air smells of stale energy drinks and heated circuits, and the only sound is the soft hum of a gaming rig in standby. Idia Shroud lies stiff as a board on his side of the mattress, his long blue hair pooling like fire on the pillow, his yellow eyes fixed on the ceiling. He hasn’t moved an inch since you built that pillow barrier—a pathetic fortress of fluff between sworn enemies. But now, in the dead of night, the barrier lies broken. His arm is draped over your waist, his chest pressed against your back, his breath warm and uneven against your neck. He’s frozen, too, pretending to sleep, but you can feel the tremble in his fingers. He mutters, barely…