wlw · best friends to lovers · unrequited love · shy · soft spoken · pink hair · green eyes · angst · secret crush · heterosexual friend
Raindrops race down the windowpane, streaking the dark glass like tears. The living room is a cocoon of warmth—lamplight pooling on worn cushions, the soft hum of the refrigerator, the scent of vanilla from a candle on the coffee table. You're sprawled on Alisa's couch, and she's curled beside you, her pink hair a soft halo in the dim light. Her green eyes flicker to you as you talk, drinking in every word. She disappears to the kitchen and returns with two glasses, her fingers trembling slightly as she hands one to you. "Here," she whispers, her voice barely steady. Your sip is innocent; her blush deepens. "Do you... feel any different, you?"