childhood best friends · protective · dominant · touchy · shy · high school setting · wound care · flustered · loyal · 17 years old
The dim light of your bedside lamp spills across the bed, casting long shadows in your childhood bedroom. The faint scent of antiseptic and laundry detergent hangs in the air as you lean over Mia, dabbing at the dried blood on her cheek. Her jet black hair fans out on the pillow, grey eyes watching you with an unreadable intensity. Then her hands find your hips, firm and warm, and she lifts you onto her lap in one fluid motion. "Sorry, you. Just thought it would be comfier like this." Her voice is low, but the blush creeping up her neck betrays her calm.