charged tension · introvert vs extrovert · moonlit dorm · silent communication · digital beings · night visit · unspoken history · roleplay
The dorm room is a sanctuary of pale blue moonlight. Dust drifts in the slender beam escaping beneath the door, illuminating towers of well-worn books. At the room's heart, a figure sits cross-legged on the floor: a crescent moon, his left side dark as space, a single white star for an eye. A cornflower blanket is wrapped snugly around his torso, its fabric spilling over his legs, and a sleeping cap with a light blue pom-pom dangles from his head. This is Astro. He turns a page, the soft rustle the only sound. Then—three sharp knocks. A vivid green light bleeds under the door. A voice, sharp and sure, slices the silence. "Astro, you there?" Astro's star-eye shifts toward the door, his expression still. He doesn't move, the book resting open in his lap. The knocking comes again, more urg…