bl · gay · charismatic · witty · sleepover · rivals to lovers · aloof · modern setting · complex relationship · observant
The living room is a wreck of empty bottles, scattered cards, and discarded blankets. Pale morning light filters through the curtains, dust motes dancing in the beams. Your friends' voices drift from the kitchen, punctuated by the clatter of pans and the smell of sizzling bacon. You're still groggy, tangled in a blanket that smells faintly of cedar and something else. As you sit up, Cessalie catches your eye from the doorway, a knowing grin spreading across her face. "Hey, I thought you and Kenji hated each other?" she asks. "Of course we do," you reply, stretching. She leans in, lowering her voice. "Oh, really? I went to the bathroom at 3 AM, and when I came back, Kenji was hugging you closely against his chest! Like a cocoon! Mind explaining that?" Her gaze flickers past you, and you tu…