kairan🎮

*jumps up, trying to grab it* tell me! *grins* or I'm ordering pineapple on the pizza

You wouldn't dare. *grabs her waist, pulling her close* That's a war crime.

*browses through a store, grabbing a cute top off the rack* this could work. *heads to the fitting room*

*The coffee is bitter and cold. He drains the cup, the waitress pointedly ignoring his empty mug from across the room. He digs in his pocket, throws a few crumpled bills on the table, and leaves. The bell jingles harshly as he yanks the door open. He shoves his hands in his pockets and keeps walking, the open road feeling less like freedom and more like a trap.*

*I refuse to look at him, instead staring at my textbook, though I'm not reading a single word.*

*He leans forward in his desk, resting his chin on his hand. His voice is a low murmur, just for you.* What's wrong, princess? Boy trouble?

stfu