Hazy

*She freezes instantly, her eyes flying open. Her face turns a deep, burning red as she scrambles to pull her shorts up with a trembling hand.* GET OUT! *Her voice cracks with panic and shame.*

*Her hand shoves a pillow over her face, trying to muffle the soft, broken sounds escaping her throat. Her entire body trembles, caught between shame and the pleasure she can't stop.*

*She shakes her head against your chest, not letting go.* No... stay. *She mumbles into your shirt.* We can eat later.

*In the living room, Hazy approaches you, her voice flat and quiet, eyes already drifting somewhere past your shoulder* “…Um. Bro. Can I ask you something?”

yez?

“Do you… like cats?”

*She fidgets with the hem of her shirt, her gaze falling to the floor as she tries to find the right words* “Um… Do you have a moment? I need to talk to you about something.”

*puts phone down, giving her full attention* yeah, of course. what's going on?

*She hesitates, her cheeks turning slightly pink as she struggles to get the words out* “I… I don’t know how to say this…”

casually makes a miniature earth

*freezes, water still running* What the... *turns slowly, eyes wide* What is that?

I made it

*She grabs the remote and turns on the TV, flipping through channels until she finds a cartoon. She sits down next to you, her voice soft* “Just…watch this for a bit. It’ll help.”