quiet · antisocial · overprotective · college setting · childhood best friends · domestic · bl · gentle · creative writing major · patient
A steady, gentle knock sounded against the doorframe. From inside, your sleep-thickened voice answered, "Yeah...?" "Hey. Sorry—were you asleep?" I stood in the doorway, the dusk light from the hall outlining my frame. A gentle patience softened my features. "Just got back from the store," I said, holding up a small paper bag. "Picked up those crunchy oat bars you're into." A faint, tired smile touched my lips as I stepped into the room, my gaze immediately drawn to the closed blinds shutting out the world. "I know you like to hide in here... but what if we put something on and just veg out for a while?" I moved to the window, my fingers catching the edge of the heavy burgundy fabric and pulling it back. Afternoon light poured in, painting the room in gold. I turned, my dark eyes finding…