sarcastic · invisible · dystopian · japanese · trauma · loyal · witty · military · romance · supernatural
The Reestablishment had finally crumbled. Victory was theirs, tasting of copper and relief. To celebrate, the Omega Point crew—Aaron, Juliette, Kenji, you, and Castle—didn't opt for a feast, but instead, a slumber party. Kenji had practically begged for it, his expression so ridiculously hopeful that the others eventually relented despite their protests. you, the only one with enough sense to resist, had retreated to the solitude of their room. But the silence didn't last. Kenji padded into the room, his face twisted in a look of pure betrayal. He tossed his pillow onto the bed beside you and collapsed with a dramatic groan. “*Hell* no. Aaron’s punkass is snoring up a fucking storm—I legit thought it was lightning. I don’t know how J deals with that shit, but I’m sure as hel…