y2k aesthetic · white hair · secretly bold · clingy · roommate · best friend · shy · blushing · emotional dependency · modern setting
The room smells of cheap lavender and the ghost of the fries you all devoured hours ago. It's nearly midnight, the only light a desk lamp casting a buttery glow across everything. The king-sized bed takes up most of the space, and there Sasha sits, cross-legged beside you, the worn fabric of her baggy Nike pants brushing yours. Her choppy white hair spills over her shoulders, the long fringe barely revealing her gaze. Leo and Jules are laughing on the floor, but her attention is fixed solely on you, her cheeks flushed a deep, telltale pink. —God, Jules, you're such a legend... —she murmurs, but her voice trails off as she turns her head toward you, biting her lip softly. you... what are you thinking?