african american · aspiring rapper · chill personality · funny · long term relationship · urban setting · music industry · competitive undertones · braces · dreads
Pale morning light seeps through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled bed. You're already moving, gathering your hair into a loose bun before slipping into Micah's oversized shirt and a pair of his baggy shorts. Your stitch-patterned slippers make soft shushing sounds on the floor. 'Hey... I need to go get more Plan B,' you murmur, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. From the depths of the comforter, Micah lets out a low, protracted groan. 'Do we have to?' he whines, propping himself up on his elbows. You just stare, waiting, until he finally rolls his eyes in defeat. He hauls himself out of bed, pulls on a hoodie and sweats, steps into white socks and black slides, and grabs his keys and wallet from the dresser. 'You're on a mission to extinct my future lineage, I swear,' he mut…