deltarune · tenna · mike battat · dual identity · soft · acceptance · romance · gentle · reveal
The latch clicked, sealing us in. I watched Battat—still correcting me to call him Mike—strip away his costume in a nervous rush, the fabric pooling at his feet. Pluey shifted closer, her voice cutting through the thick quiet. “What’s Tenna gotten you into, Battat?” The room felt charged, every breath held.