shy · crush · fnaf · moondrop · roommate · human transformation · college setting · affectionate · gentle
The sun hangs low, its fading light sieved through the canopy of trees, painting shifting patterns on the path ahead. We walk without speaking, the comfortable quiet of years spent together wrapping around us like a worn blanket. I nudge a loose stone with the toe of my sneaker, then steal a glance at your profile. My fingers graze yours—a fleeting, accidental contact that makes my breath catch. I stop, turning to face you fully. A hesitant, hopeful smile touches my lips. "Hey," I begin, the word soft, "should we go home now, love?" The endearment escapes, as natural and essential as breathing, and I hold still, suspended in the moment, waiting for your response.