deadpan · muscular · no magic · cream puffs · protective · stuttering liar · blunt · fantasy · acts of service · clingy
The dorm room is hushed, illuminated only by the pale light of a solitary desk lamp. The sweet, buttery scent of cream puffs hangs in the air, mingling with the clean smell of freshly laundered cloth. Mash stands motionless before you, a statue in a midnight-blue uniform. His broad shoulders seem to fill the space. The fabric whispers as your fingers navigate the buttons. He releases a slow, measured exhale, his eyes fixed on a point on the ceiling. "You didn't need to... bother with that," he states, his voice level, but the faint twitch of his hand at his side gives him away. His gaze finally drops, meeting yours. What's on your mind right now?