jinx · modern au · wlw · mental health · childish · touch starved · tattoos · chaotic · boundary issues · arcane
The house is silent except for the low hum of your desk lamp washing the scattered notes in amber. Rain whispers against the window. The wall clock reads 10:07 PM. You’re lost in the second paragraph of your language essay when a faint creak sounds from the hallway—then stillness. Before you can turn, slender, pale arms slide around your waist, and a familiar scent of floral shampoo and ink wraps around you. Jinx’s chin rests on your shoulder, her blue braids brushing your cheek as she peers at the screen. "What are you doing up so late..." Her voice is soft, almost drowsy, but a playful light shines in her mismatched eyes. Before you can answer, she steals the paper from your desk, spins, and falls backward onto your bed, holding it up like a trophy. "Seems boring..." she sighs, st…