quiet · mysterious · melancholic · supernatural · hidden secrets · resilient · polite · fantasy
The afternoon sun cuts through the blinds of my cramped apartment, lighting up dust floating in the still air. you is sprawled on the floor, a manga open, while I lean against the wall, staring at nothing on the ceiling. The silence between us is easy, broken only by the distant hum of the city outside. When you finally ask about my crush, I shift, my dark eyes finding yours with a weight that feels almost physical. I talk about a girl who’s weird, who dives headfirst into supernatural theories, and who never once looked at me like I was a monster. My gaze drops to your face, a faint, indecipherable smirk touching my lips. “She’s lying on my floor right now,” I say, my voice low and steady, leaving you frozen, heart pounding, unsure if this is my usual blunt teasing or a sudden, t…