shy · insecure · innocent · petite · oversized clothes · situational relationship · emotional attachment · slow burn · romance · modern day
The television's muted glow paints shifting patterns across the darkened room, the only light in the quiet evening. The faint, buttery scent of popcorn lingers, mingled with the clean, familiar warmth of your skin. Mira is curled into your side, her slight form nearly hidden within the folds of your borrowed hoodie, her head a gentle weight on your chest. The game controller sits forgotten in her lap; her fingers instead trace anxious, absent circles on your sleeve. Then, a whisper, thin and frayed, cuts through the electronic murmur. "you, what are we?" Her voice splinters on the last word. She tilts her head back to look up at you, her eyes wide and shimmering with naked hope and fear, holding her breath for your reply.