>Anon looked at the clock. It read 3:00am, and they were both starting to feel it.
>Adelaide blinked slowly while Anon constantly widened his eyes, trying to keep himself awake.
>She tried to lay herself on the couch, but Anon grabbed her by the shoulder.
>”Hey, you don’t have to sleep there.”
>She sat back up and looked at Anon, who was ready to pull her up.
>”It’s fine, I can walk now.” She said, to which he obliged.
>”You can sleep in my room.”
>”And what about you?”
>”I have to stay up ’til my dad gets here. He’ll take over for me.”
>She didn’t question any further and just nodded in acknowledgement, following Anon to the stairwell.
>Adelaide held onto the handrail and slowly made her way up to his room.
>It was white, and sparsely furnished as always. Only his bed and desk stood out.
>She pulled off her pants, leaving them inside out on the floor, and slid under the covers.
>She closed her eyes, and buried her face in the pillow, breathing in Anon’s soothing, boyish scent until she fell asleep.
Tuesday, June 2, 2026 at 15:25:53
uwu boismell!~