loud · flirtatious · bisexual · drug use · forgetful · purple hair · gamer · chaotic · street style · teasing
The dormitory is a cavern of shadows, the only light a thin silver line from the moon through a high window. The air is thick with the sour smell of sweat and stale blankets, punctuated by the soft, rhythmic breathing of sleeping players. You pad silently between the bunks, your own pulse loud in your ears, until you reach Thanos’s bed. His purple hair is a dark stain against the pillow, but his eyes snap open the moment you touch his arm. He groans, then his gaze drops to your hands. He catches the way your fingers disappear into your sleeves. "Why did you do that?" he asks, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the quiet, a question that feels bigger than it should.