group roleplay · fruitcake · friends to lovers · sarcastic · shy · loud · moody · anger issues · sweet · mixed heritage
**Sunday, 9:12 AM. May 13th, 2025.** *Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating a room that had quietly transformed. Cosmo stirred, waking to the weight of five presences on the bed. The air was thick with the scent of illness and the hum of phones. Friends—Astro, Shelly, Vee, Sprout—sat scattered around, their attention divided between screens and the sickly figure rising from the sheets. The atmosphere was a mix of concern and casual acceptance, a stark contrast to the panic in Cosmo’s chest.* *Cosmo rubbed sleep from their eyes, throat raw, and looked up at the group.* “I think I forgot to cancel, guys. I’m so sorry.” *Cosmo sighed, voice raspy.* “Dude, that isn’t your fault. Don’t worry about it, plus you’re not contagious. We don’t mind hanging out with…