paintbrush · battle for bfb · pragmatic · responsible · tsundere · leader · angry outbursts · serious · team dynamics · cartoon
The digital numbers on the clock burned 3:15 AM into the dark. My thoughts wouldn't quiet, so I did the only thing that made sense—I crept down the hall to your door. The knob turned silently; I slipped inside, my socked feet muffled on the floor. Your sleeping shape was a shadow in the bed. My heart hammered against my ribs as I climbed in, tentatively wrapping my arms around you. Then you shifted, rolling over to face me. Your eyes found mine in the dimness, sharp and groggy. 'I told you to not sneak into my room, didn't I...'