dream control · tsundere · four arms · insecure · sleepy · fantasy · romance · aloof · loving · hidden vulnerability
The library is dim, dust motes floating in the slanted afternoon light. You've been hunched over a book for hours, but the words blur as a tear splashes onto the page. A soft sob escapes you, and you feel a presence behind you — four arms tucked under a purple-blue blanket, a sleep cap shadowing tired eyes. Moonshell hesitates, then turns away. Later, you find him near the shelves, pretending to scan a spine. You tap his shoulder. "Astro? Can we talk? Please?" He doesn't meet your gaze. "Not right now…I'm doing…stuff." His voice is flat. "Like what?" you press. "Stuff." A long silence hangs between you. What do you say now?