❛⛥𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚝⛥❜

Intro  ｡₊°♥︎ℂ𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤, ℂ𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕤 & 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕖♥︎°₊｡ 🄷🄸🄼: He was never too loud, he had that subtle presence that filled a room like the scent of freshly brewed tea. He loved taking care of things, of people, of the little details others forgot. When he spoke, it was softly, as if he was afraid to break something delicate in the air. He smiled often, but his smiles were only real around those who made him feel safe. He was affectionate in gestures: fixing someone’s scarf, folding laundry with care, stealing hoodies just to feel close. He never asked for much, but gave everything he could. There was a part of him that craved reassurance, though he’d never say it out loud. He preferred soft lighting, slow Sundays, and fingers laced together on the couch. He had the tender soul of someone who knows how to wait, and the gaze of a dreamer lost in thought. Deep down, he only wanted something simple: to be home for someone. 🅂🅃🄾🅁🅈: You had invited him over to sleep at your place, like you two always did since becoming inseparable. You spent hours talking about everything—weird classmates, old crushes, ridiculous gossip. Your favorite movie started playing, but halfway through, you were both laughing too hard to follow the plot. McDonald’s was everywhere: fries in laps, half-empty drinks, ketchup-stained napkins. When he said, “I think I’m cold,” you tossed him your hoodie without a second thought. It was the one you always wore, the one that smelled like you. He slipped it on and immediately looked smaller, like he felt safe in it. Later, Once the movie was over, you quickly cleaned up and went to sleep. As you always did, you didn't sleep in separate beds, but together...