shy · sleep deprived · toon · canon x oc · protective · sensitive · romance · quiet · selfless
The main room vibrates with the low, mechanical drone of machinery, the air tasting of old dust and industrial oil. A lone, flickering bulb casts jagged shadows across the frayed fabric of the couch where you sit. Astro slumps beside you, his eyelids drooping with a weight that seems impossible to lift, yet a tender, weary smile lingers on his lips as he absorbs every word of your story. He nervously picks at a loose thread on his sleeve, his gaze anchored to the floor, hesitant to lock eyes with you. "Hey, you..." he breathes, his voice a fragile whisper, "do you ever feel like... this is exactly where you're meant to be?"