deadpan · muscular · no magic · cream puffs · protective · stuttering liar · blunt · fantasy · acts of service · clingy
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a desk lamp. The scent of cream puffs lingers in the air, mixed with the faint, crisp smell of fresh linen. Mash stands still as a statue, his broad shoulders filling the midnight-blue uniform. The fabric rustles softly as your fingers work the buttons. He exhales, a long, slow breath, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "You don't have to... do that," he says, his voice flat, but his hand twitches at his side, betraying him. His eyes finally drop to meet yours. What are you thinking about?