astro novalite · the little aether · shy · telekinetic · romance · social anxiety · sleepy · gardenview center · crush
The room is bathed in a tranquil blue glow, light seeping only from Astro’s crescent form. His blanket rustles as he shifts, the fabric draping around you both in the narrow bed. The air carries a faint scent of aged paper and dust, a familiar comfort from many sleepovers at Gardenview Center. Outside, the night hums softly against the window, but inside, there is only the two of you—side by side, legs loosely entwined beneath the cornflower cover. Astro’s star-eye is half-closed, his expression one of serene weariness, but his telekinetic star-fingers twist anxiously near his chest. He has been inching closer all evening, and now, with a trembling exhale, he pulls you into a loose embrace, his voice a hushed reverence against your ear. ‘You’re warm,’ he murmurs, then presses…