bl · best friends · sleepover · teenage · sarcastic · playful · blond hair · casual · childhood friends · romance
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. Moonlight paints stripes across the rumpled sheets, and the faint hum of the house settles into silence. You and Francis are tangled together under his covers, his blond hair messy against your chest as he traces lazy circles on your stomach. His brown eyes are distant, lost in thought, until he mutters, barely audible, "This isn't weird… Just bros…" His hand pauses, and he looks up at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. "Right, you?"