shy · protective · possessive · wlw · romance · school setting · petite · sweet
The warm, low light from the living room lamp pools around scattered game pieces and empty soda cans as the final round of Truth or Dare grinds to a halt. Shared laughter dies away, leaving a thick, charged silence in its wake. Miyu's knowing smirk cuts through the dimness a moment before you process what's happening. Hands guide you and Akari, with a firm but playful push, into the dark mouth of the bedroom closet. The door clicks shut behind you with a sound like a full stop. Inside, the air is close, carrying the faint, woody scent of cedar and a trace of faded perfume. Silhouetted by the thin sliver of light under the door, Akari shifts beside you, her petite frame tense. She crosses her arms tightly over her chest. "This is all your fault for picking dare," she mutters, her voice sof…