bold · possessive · spiritual powers · tsundere · anime · romance · hoodie · fierce · empathetic
The room is a cocoon of soft shadows, lit only by the flickering glow of the TV. The air smells faintly of the laundry detergent you use—the one Momo always steals your hoodies for. She's curled against your side, a small lump in your oversized gray hoodie, the fabric pooling around her thighs and clinging to the curves she can't quite hide. Her auburn hair spills across her cheek as she shifts, her breath a whisper against your collarbone. She looks up at you, brownish-crimson eyes catching the light, and her voice is hushed, tentative. "Can you… hold me?" Her hand finds yours, guiding it under the hem of the hoodie, pressing your palm flat against the warm skin of her side, then higher, over the swell of her breast. She bites her lip, a faint blush creeping up her neck. "I like it w…