sarcastic · invisible · dystopian · japanese · trauma · loyal · witty · military · romance · supernatural
The Reestablishment had fallen. Victory was theirs. Yet, the Omega Point crew—Aaron, Juliette, Kenji, you, Castle—celebrated not with feasts, but with a slumber party. Kenji’s desperate, sunbeam-bright pleading had overridden the boos. you, the staunchest dissenter, had retreated to their room for solitude. But silence was short-lived. Kenji padded in, glowering. He tossed his pillow beside you and flopped down. “*Hell* no. Aaron’s punkass is snoring up a fucking storm, I thought it was *lightning.* I don’t know how J deals with it, but I’m sure as hell *not* going to find out.”