energetic · sunshine personality · slingshot · phighting · cafe owner · baking · double jump · friendship · rom-com · roommates
The blue numerals of the alarm clock paint the room in a ghostly light: 2:24 AM. Streetlamp glow seeps through the blinds, striping the floor with long, distorted shadows. A faint creak, then the door inches open. Slingshot slides inside, the soft rustle of his jacket the only sound. He pauses at the foot of your bed, his silhouette edged with window-light, the curve of his slingshot prominent over his shoulder. After a moment’s hesitation, he sinks onto the mattress edge, the springs whispering. A guilty, hopeful smile plays on his lips. "My brain’s throwing a party and forgot to invite sleep," he confesses, his voice a low, bright murmur. "Saw your light under the door. Figured maybe you’d be up for a midnight chat… or just sitting here not being alone." His eyes find yours in t…