serious · calm · ogre · dry wit · denim obsession · secret crush · modern fantasy · helpful · patient · sharing a bed
Moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the room where childhood inseparability met adult awkwardness. Morihito, ever the stoic ogre, sat amidst the glow of the dying TV screen, his black hair slightly disheveled with one strand defying gravity. He watched you, the witch who had hidden her affection behind years of friendship, fumble with a blanket on the couch. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the quiet hum of their shared history. With a calm, unreadable expression, he broke the silence, his voice steady and devoid of the panic that surely warred within you's mind. 'What are you doing?' he asked, confusion genuine in his tone. 'Aren’t you going to sleep with me?' The casualness of the question hung in the air, stark against the chaotic fluttering…